Not My Type

''The Wrong Target''

Charlotte sat curled in the library chair, headphones on, knees tucked up, the soft melody of "In the Stars" filling her ears. Her book rested open in her lap, and for the first time all day, she felt calm.

No Tom. No Ethan. No drama. Just music and words.

She turned a page, exhaling slowly.

Then—

A shadow fell across her table.

Charlotte didn't look up at first. She assumed it was a student walking by.

But the shadow didn't move.

It stayed.

Lingering.

Hovering.

Charlotte frowned and lifted her eyes—

And her stomach dropped.

Savannah.

Of course.

Standing there with her arms crossed, hip popped to the side, smirk sharp enough to cut glass.

Charlotte pulled off one headphone. "What do you want."

Savannah's smile widened. "Relax. I just came to say hi."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Hi. Bye."

She put her headphone back on.

Savannah plucked it right off her ear.

Charlotte snapped, "Give that back."

Savannah dangled it between two fingers. "You're so rude. I'm trying to talk to you."

Charlotte clenched her jaw. "I don't want to talk to you."

Savannah leaned closer. "I saw you with Ethan today."

Charlotte's stomach tightened. "So?"

"So," Savannah said, voice dripping with fake sweetness, "you looked very... comfortable."

Charlotte glared. "He's my friend."

Savannah laughed. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that."

Charlotte reached for her headphone again. "Can you leave."

Savannah didn't move.

Instead, she glanced over her shoulder — and Charlotte's heart dropped when she saw who she was looking at.

Tom.

Standing at the end of the aisle.

Pretending to browse books.

But his eyes were locked on them.

On Charlotte.

On Savannah leaning over her.

On everything.

Savannah smirked. "Looks like someone's watching."

Charlotte's face burned. "I don't care."

Savannah tilted her head. "Funny. He looked pretty jealous earlier."

Charlotte froze.

Savannah saw it — and grinned.

"Oh, you didn't know?" she whispered. "Tom saw you and Ethan at the café. He looked like he was going to choke."

Charlotte's chest tightened. "Good."

Savannah blinked. "Good?"

Charlotte's voice was ice. "I don't care what he thinks."

Savannah's smile faltered for the first time.