The Laws of Attraction

01-Jules

Murphy’s Law
“Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.”

I was on a mission.

A mission that could change the very trajectory of the earth's rotation.

A mission so terrifying it had led to many deaths. Socially.

I, Jules Bennett, was going to ask a man out.

And not just any man.

I was asking out The Killian Kingsley.

“This is madness, Jules.” My best friend, Kia Forte, whispered aggressively as we speed-walked away from the Main Chamber.

Level-headed, striking and her swinging red ponytail always perfectly in place. Kia was the living result of what happened when a retired figure skater and a mild-mannered tax attorney—who honestly had no business courting a woman who lived on ice—decided to have a kid.

And when you put that against my messy brown hair, aggressively underplanned life, and a body powered almost entirely by optimism and caffeine, the difference between us became painfully obvious.

How did someone look that good when you’re in law school?

I glared at her. “You're the one who dared me to do it.”

“And you're actually going to?” She managed to keep pace with me despite her short legs. “Come on, just let this go.”

“And break my new year resolution about challenging myself. No way.”

“Jules, 99% of people never fulfill those. That's the whole point of having them.”

“Then I'll be part of the one percent.”

“Hey Jules. Hey Kia.” A group of girls we passed greeted.

An automatic smile plastered on my face. “Hey y'all. Love the new hairstyle you're rocking, Whitney.”

“Thanks Jules.” She called back.

“You're making a mistake.” Kia gritted out, waving to two boys at our other side. “This is Killian we're talking about, AKA the guy whose dad basically runs Ireland, and acts like it gives him a PhD in superiority.”

I rolled my eyes. “First of all, mum, his Dad doesn't run Ireland. He's just a politician. Not royalty. Secondly, of course he acts that way. I would too if one of my parents worked in the government. Also, I find it very hypocritical of you to judge him.  You weren’t exactly the warm and fuzzy type when we first met either. Actually, you might have been even worse than Killian.”

“Haha. That’s not funny. Besides, I changed. He hasn't.”

“Right."

“He told you to fuck off during our first year. ”

“I was technically at fault though.” Alcohol made me very stupid. And very barfable too. “Also, that was months ago. He's probably forgotten all about it.” I hoped he did.

“Have we not been watching the same guy? He always leaves the room anytime you enter.”

The library was finally in sight. I hastened my steps. “Coincidence.”

“Coincidence, my ass—”

Illegal by PinkPantheress started to ring out from Kia’s phone.
 
Pulling it out from her bag, Kia immediately muttered a curse upon seeing the caller ID, then swiped to answer at the last ring.

“What?" She all but snapped into it.

Whoever it was at the other end said something that caused her to stop walking, pulling me to a halt as well. “But that isn't the time we agreed to. You can't just—”