That Scent on You Isn’t Mine

A gorgeous new transfer girl arrived at our high school, boldly bragging to everyone that she’d get my childhood sweetheart, Ethan, into her bed within three months.

Ethan merely gave her a freezing glare and called her delusional.

Then, he grabbed my hand tightly, pulling me close as he whined like a spoiled puppy.

"Everyone knows I’ve been yours since we were in diapers, Daisy."

The transfer girl chased him relentlessly all the way until winter break, but Ethan never gave her the time of day.

Until the party right before the spring semester started.