Bound by Whispers

three

August's POV

"I don't believe an apology is necessary, Mr. Carter. I was right here, and I saw everything that transpired. It wasn't her fault that some random man was attempting to touch her without her consent. She was merely defending herself."

Those words echoed in my mind, resonating like a melody I had never heard before. They held a power I hadn't experienced before – the power of someone standing up for me, defending me. Throughout my life, I had often found myself blamed for things I hadn't done, left to bear the weight of false accusations and silence. But now, in that moment, his words offered a glimmer of hope.

Ethan.

His name held a certain charm, a mysterious allure. Yet, I reminded myself not to judge him solely based on appearances. He had surprised me with his willingness to speak up, to defend me when no one else had. It was a refreshing change from the usual treatment I had endured.

Now, fate seemed to have a new plan in store for us. Ethan would be joining our college, and I had been assigned the role of helping him adjust and find his place. It was a responsibility I couldn't shirk, not only because it was expected of me as the daughter of my father's business partner, but also because Ethan had shown me a level of support I hadn't experienced before.

Despite the fact that my father loved me and might cancel the business deal if I expressed any mistreatment, I felt compelled to be honest. There was no reason for me to lie or paint a false picture. Ethan had indeed helped me, even if it was just by a fraction, and I believed in acknowledging such gestures of kindness.

Reflecting on our first encounter, I couldn't help but acknowledge my own attitude. Instead of offering him a warm greeting or a smile, I had presented him with a cold and indifferent demeanor. I realized now that I should have put in more effort, shown gratitude for his support. While I had been in the right, it didn't excuse my lack of appreciation.

As I contemplated the upcoming days, with Ethan soon becoming a part of our college community, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

Though after all this I still feel he isn't really a good guy.

*****

The college scene stretched out before me, a lively tapestry of life. As I walked through the campus, people turned their heads and whispered as I passed by. It was no secret that I was the most popular girl at college, admired by both guys and girls. But behind that popularity, I kept my distance from others, remaining a mystery to those around me.

The college buildings had a mix of modern and classical styles. Glass structures stood alongside walls covered in climbing ivy. The campus was buzzing with activity, filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation. It had an energetic and stimulating atmosphere.

I led a group of troublemakers, a close-knit bunch of rebels. We shared a love for mischief and defiance. But even though I was their leader, I didn't let anyone get too close to me. I kept my true self hidden behind a wall of detachment.

On the first day of senior year, excitement filled the air. Students gathered on campus, reuniting after the summer break. Amongst the buzz of greetings and conversations, I watched my peers with a sense of detachment. They had genuine friendships and strong connections, while I remained on the fringes, observing rather than participating.

As the group of troublemakers gathered in the corner of the courtyard, excitement buzzed in the air. Amidst the chatter and laughter, I took a moment to address my comrades. "Guys, listen up. It's senior year, and you all know what that means. We're going to make this year unforgettable, leave our mark on this place." They nodded eagerly, their eyes shining with anticipation.

"But there's something else," I continued, my tone slightly more somber. "Ethan, the son of my father's business partner, is going to be joining us this year. He's been assigned to me, so it's my responsibility to help him fit in." I paused, a tinge of dissatisfaction creeping into my voice. "I'm not thrilled about it, to be honest. It's not that I have anything against him personally, but it feels forced, like an obligation."

One of my closest troublemaker companions, Sarah, chimed in, her voice laced with curiosity. "Why are they making you take him under your wing? What's the deal with this guy, anyway?"

I shrugged, a hint of frustration evident in my expression. "Apparently, it's some kind of business arrangement between our fathers. They think it will be beneficial for both families if Ethan becomes part of our circle." I let out a sigh, my dissatisfaction seeping through. "It's just another reminder that my life is not entirely my own, that my every move is dictated by these family connections."

The group fell into a momentary silence, contemplating my words. They knew all too well the pressures I faced, the weight of expectations that constantly loomed over me. Yet, they also recognized the fire within me, the defiance that refused to conform to societal norms.

Luke, always the one to inject a touch of humor, broke the silence. "Well, if he wants to be part of our group, he better be ready for some wild adventures. We don't take kindly to those who can't keep up."

A chorus of laughter erupted, momentarily lightening the mood. The dissatisfaction still lingered within me, but amidst the laughter and camaraderie, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, despite my reservations, this unexpected addition to our group could bring something more, something unexpected.

As I stood outside the college, waiting for the arrival of his highness, Ethan, the weather seemed to reflect my mood. The sky was adorned with clouds, casting a gray hue over the surroundings. A gentle drizzle enveloped the campus, creating a peaceful atmosphere. I found solace standing beneath the rain, letting the droplets wash away my frustrations.

Soon, a fancy car pulled up, catching everyone's attention. A man in a black suit, who appeared to be a bodyguard, stepped out first, holding an umbrella to shield his highness from the rain. And then, with an air of arrogance, Ethan emerged from the car, donning sunglasses as if the day were scorching hot.

I couldn't help but scoff at his exaggerated display. It was clear that he believed himself to be someone of great importance, demanding special treatment even in the presence of a light rain shower. His pretentiousness only fueled my dissatisfaction, reminding me once again of the forced nature of our connection.

"August," he said, acknowledging my presence. "Hi, Ethan," I responded, mustering a polite tone. "Welcome to our college." His response was nothing more than a nod, and just like my earlier cold demeanor towards him, he walked past me without a second glance. "I hate the rain," he whispered, his disdain evident in his voice. Hate the rain? Well, I hate him.

"So what about your acquaintance, who was supposed to fit in?" Sarah asked, curiosity lacing her voice. I shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, he doesn't seem to want my help. Fine by me," I replied, a hint of satisfaction creeping into my tone. The others nodded in understanding, fully aware of my detached attitude towards the situation.

"Hey, guys, have you heard about the new guy?" Lily chimed in, excitement bubbling in her voice. "Oh my gosh, yes! He's incredibly attractive, and he gives off that bad-boy, troublemaker vibe," added Emma, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

I couldn't help but wonder who they were talking about. Had someone new arrived on campus, capturing the attention of my group and causing such a buzz? It was a momentary distraction, but I quickly refocused my attention on my food – a delicious burger that demanded my full indulgence. As I took a bite, savoring the flavors, the unexpected happened.

Ethan, the so-called "hot" guy, suddenly stood in front of me. The girls in my group erupted in excited hooting and whispers, clearly recognizing him as the trending topic on the college forum. My eyes widened in surprise, and with a mouth still partially full of food, I found myself at a loss for words.

"You're not going to give me a tour?" Ethan's voice broke through the chaotic chorus of my friends. I could only stare at him, my eyes wide, cheeks bulging with half-chewed food. It was not the most glamorous meet, to say the least.