Not My Type

''Why is he always in my way''

Charlotte walked out of the library, bag over her shoulder, ponytail swishing, still feeling the weird warmth of the study session with Tom.

She didn't want to think about it.

So she didn't.

Instead, she pulled out her phone.

And there it was:

Noah Carter Hey, it was really nice seeing you today. You look different. In a good way.

Charlotte's cheeks warmed.

She typed back:

Charlotte: You too. And thanks lol. Today was... chaotic.

He replied instantly.

Noah: Chaotic? You? Never.

Charlotte laughed under her breath.

She kept walking down the hallway, texting him back.

Charlotte: Trust me, you have no idea.

She hit send.

And right as she rounded the corner—

Tom stepped out of another hallway and nearly collided with her.

Again.

He blinked. "Do you ever look where you're going."

Charlotte held up her phone. "Do YOU ever stop being in my way."

Tom smirked. "Who're you texting. Lover boy?"

Charlotte's face heated. "None of your business."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "So... yes."

Charlotte shoved his shoulder. "Shut up."

Tom grinned. "You're blushing."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"No."

"Yes."

She rolled her eyes and kept walking. Tom followed, because of course he did.

They walked side by side down the hallway, bickering like always.

But then Charlotte said, "It was Noah."

Tom stopped walking.

"...Oh."

Charlotte glanced at him. "What."

"Nothing."

"You hesitated."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No."

"Yes."

Tom shoved his hands in his pockets. "So you like him."

Charlotte shrugged. "I used to."

Tom's jaw tightened. "Right."

Charlotte looked at him. "Why do you care."

Tom scoffed. "I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"You do."

Tom glared. "I literally don't."

Charlotte smirked. "Okay."

They reached the dorm hallway.