Our Entangled hearts

The campus buzzed with energy-laughter echoed through the open courtyard, backpacks bounced on shoulders, and bright eyes scanned for familiar faces. For most, the first day of the semester was a fresh start. For Ava Carter, it was just another place to blend into.

She pulled her hoodie tighter over her head, the fabric shadowing her face as she walked between the buildings. Her headphones blasted soft acoustic music, not loud enough to drown out the world completely, but enough to mute it.

New school, same people in different packaging.

She kept her eyes down, focusing on the cracked pavement.

Her past clung to her like a second skin. No matter where she went, it came too.

Inside the Humanities Hall, Ava slid into a seat at the back of the lecture room. Her notebook was already open, her pen uncapped. Prepared. Invisible. That was how she liked it.

Until he walked in.

Helmet under one arm, keys dangling from his fingers, Liam West made his entrance like a scene straight out of a teen drama. Tousled dark hair, a smug half-smile, and an aura that screamed I know you're watching.

He was late. And he didn't care.

Their eyes met for a second-purely by accident. He looked down, smirked, and walked right past her desk without so much as a nod. Ava rolled her eyes.

Of course. The universe always makes sure I sit near people like him.

When class started, Professor Albright wasted no time.

"Partner project this semester," she announced. "Choose wisely-or let fate decide. You'll be working closely for the next few weeks."

Before Ava could blink, the professor had already begun pairing names.

"And finally-Ava Carter and Liam West."

A pause.

Both heads turned.

Ava's brows furrowed. "I'd rather work alone," she said quietly, hoping no one heard.

Liam raised his hand. "Same. No offense, hoodie girl."

"None taken, bike boy."

Professor Albright raised a brow. "Excellent. I look forward to your chemistry."

The room chuckled. Ava didn't.

After class, Ava shoved her notebook into her bag, fully prepared to avoid any interaction. But of course, he was already beside her.

"You always this friendly?" Liam asked, falling into step.

"Only with guys who nearly run me over in hallways and call me hoodie girl."

He gave her a sideways glance. "It's a good look. Mysterious."

"I'm not trying to be mysterious. I'm trying to be left alone."

"Noted."

They walked in silence for a beat.

Just before she turned down another corridor, she caught a glimpse of his phone. A photo. A girl. Smiling. Framed in golden light. Liam's expression softened for the first time since she'd seen him.

Then he noticed her looking.

The smirk was back. Instantly.

"See something you like?" he teased.