After leading the way for my junior, I became his future wife

On the first day of university, I, Skylar, enthusiastically helped a lost freshman find his way. He turned, a shy smile gracing his lips. "Thanks, senior... no, wait. It should be, 'my future wife,' right?"

I stared at him, sure I'd just encountered a lunatic. Without a word, I turned and walked away.

But the very next day, during club recruitment, that guy waltzed right into the literature club I was in, clutching a tattered 'love journal' and dogging my every step.

My clubmates teased, saying his gaze clung to me like glue, demanding I take responsibility for his 'pure, youthful…