The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 8

I never expected we'd meet again in such a coincidence.

I pulled back from my memories, forcing myself not to dwell on the past.

What's done is done. I had a new relationship now. As for my ex-boyfriend—best to pretend I hadn't seen him.

I had a class that evening, so I arranged to meet Alex for dinner at the cafeteria.

But I didn't expect Ryan to show up too, his black hoodie displaying that silver star necklace as he casually sat down next to us.

I frowned.

"Can't you sit somewhere else?"

Ryan snorted. "What, does your family own the cafeteria? I'll sit wherever I want."

Alex, unaware of our history, tried to smooth things over.

"Haley, don't mind him. Ryan just has a sharp tongue, but he's actually a decent guy."

"He's an exchange student from Tremont, staying here for a year. Hey, you two are even from the same hometown, right?"

Ryan and I exchanged a glance. He rolled his eyes, and I looked away.

Alex kept trying to ease the tension, telling me about his day.

"On my way out, I ran into that 'cow senior' we've been feeding. He's gained so much weight."

Like Ryan, Alex came from a wealthy family, but he had better manners and a more stable temperament.

We met during a sophomore year club activity where he was president and I was vice president. After several interactions, we quickly discovered we had many common interests and always had something to talk about.

Naturally, when he confessed, I accepted.

While first loves leave a strong impression, life isn't a novel. I couldn't love just one person forever. Life had to move forward.

"Really? Let's find time to get him neutered. I keep seeing him harassing the female cats," I laughed.

Ryan scoffed.

Alex froze.

I opened my mouth to speak, then stopped.

When we were together, Ryan would always eat my leftovers like this.

Teenage boys have big appetites, and I ate little. He was too lazy to get another serving, so he'd simply finish my food, never once complaining.

I never thought he'd still have this habit.

Ryan's movements halted, and he stiffly kept his head down.

After an awkward silence, Ryan suddenly stood up and left without a word.

Moments later, I received a text from an unknown number:

【What I meant was, your taste in men isn't great.】