Double Trouble in LOVE

My unrequited love was named Davin. He was the school hunk during our high school days. I, myself, am a little cutie with an attractive look, but still far from being as stunning as the campus belle.

Back in high school, the campus belle and I went at it tooth and nail just to win over Davin. And it even became a legendary story on campus, which made Davin's fame skyrocket.

However, the campus belle and I ended up as the laughingstocks. But after graduation, we surprisingly developed a sense of mutual admiration instead.

Back then, I studied hard in class, hoping to be ranked next to Davin, who was always number one.

After class, every time Davin went to play basketball, I would get ice-cold water ready for the whole team. All I wanted was to hear them playfully shout out "your man here" to me.

I even remembered all the Valentine's Days in different countries and made a piece of chocolate by hand for him on each of those days.

However, he tore up the love letters I gave him right in front of me.

The chocolates I made were tossed to his friends without a second thought.

When my bestie stood up for me, he said, "Your liking makes me sick!"

After the college entrance exams, I decided to completely give up on him.

On the day when the college entrance examination came to an end, everyone was pouring out their past study materials from the upper floors, as if to bid farewell to the old days. But I was different. What I threw down were the diaries I had written for Davin in the past and the photos I had collected about him.

Someone captured that moment and posted it on the forum with the headline, "Top student beauty Kenneth's three-year pursuit ends with Davin."

That marked the end of an era.

On the first day of freshman registration, I unexpectedly ran into Davin again.

He was surrounded by senior females eager to guide him, while I was surrounded by senior males asking for my Whatsapp.

Thanks to his captivating looks, I recognized him immediately in the crowd.

But I had no intention of greeting him. Just as I was about to follow one of the seniors to complete my registration, I heard a familiar voice, "Kenneth, aren't you going to say hello to an old friend?"

Hearing the gnashing of teeth in his voice, I immediately grasped that Davin loathed it whenever I hogged the limelight. Apparently, the incident on the forum before graduation had made him really furious.

The people around us couldn't help but start gossiping when they saw how familiar we were with each other. I mean, with a good-looking guy and a charming girl standing right there, it was just too hard for them not to imagine us as a couple.

Damn it! What an unlucky day it was! On the very first day of registration, that jerk had already ruined my chances of finding a romantic partner. I didn't want to have anything to do with him at all at that time!

So I turned around and said coolly, "If there's nothing else, I'd like to finish my registration. Please don't disturb me."

Once these words came out, it instead gave everyone the impression that he was the one who was constantly pestering me.

He didn't like being in the spotlight because of me, so he said nothing more.

I smiled slightly at the senior next to me, "Could you show me the way to the Economics Department?"

The senior eagerly helped me with my luggage and showed me the way.

At the Economics Department registration, I suddenly saw a familiar figure ahead.

My goodness, could he be in the same department as me?

No, wait, his clothes were different. Davin loved wearing white shirts, almost every day of the year.

But the guy in front of me was dressed in a black shirt that boasted a high-quality texture, and he looked really cool.

I was about to register, so I walked over and saw him filling out his name. "Darren," I read aloud.

He looked at me and smiled, "Hello, I'm Darren. Are you in the Economics Department too?"

Oh my god! He resembled Davin to a great extent, like an eight out of ten similarity. And the remaining two points of difference lay in the kind of vibe he gave off.

Davin always gave people the impression that he kept others at arm's length, as if building an invisible wall around himself. On the other hand, Darren made people feel as if they were bathed in a warm spring breeze.

I quickly said, "Hello, Darren. I'm Kenneth, also in the Economics Department."

After registering, the senior suggested we scan a QR code to join the freshman group chat, where the advisor would post announcements.

So we both took out our phones to scan the code, and to our surprise, we had the same phone model, with identical colors and cases!

"Since we're so fated to meet like this, why don't we add each other on Whatsapp? Coincidentally, we're actually in the same class," Darren said with a warm smile.

He really loved to smile!

"Sure," I replied with a smile.

After registration, there wasn't much to do, so Darren and I decided to have lunch together at the cafeteria.

At the table, watching him thoughtfully get utensils and food for me, and seeing his face that resembled Davin's, I couldn't help but think, If only Davin could be like Darren.

But then I thought to myself that what's done is done. I had long made up my mind to let go of Davin. What's more, when it came to looks, Darren was no less good-looking at all. He was such a sunny and charming hunk that he was miles better than Davin with his "keep away" look!

Why did I ignore the nice option right in front of me and go chasing after something out of reach?

Besides, it didn't seem that Darren was indifferent to me. I guessed I would be able to win him over.

Before long, the military training was just around the corner. I definitely didn't want to get tanned, so when the counselor asked whether there were any classmates with talents for the welcome party, I signed up right away.

My mother had raised me to be a cultured and refined lady, and I had reached a professional level in singing, dancing, and playing instruments. So, I chose to perform a solo dance.

Since I wanted to win over Darren, I had to make a stunning impression at the welcome party to catch his attention.

This meant I didn't have to participate in military training and could focus on my dance.

On one afternoon, right after I had just finished the rehearsal and walked out of the dance studio, I caught sight of the formation of our school's department standing at attention in the big square. And Darren was right at the very front of the queue.

He saw me too. Seizing the opportunity while the instructor had his back turned and wasn't noticing, he winked at me in a rather playful way. And I smiled back at him in return.

Coincidentally, at that very moment, the instructor declared a ten-minute break. And Darren instantly dashed towards me. When I saw that he was flushed red from the sun and drenched in sweat, I took out the tissue that I always carried with me from my bag and handed it to him.

Then I offered him the iced fruit tea a senior had just given me.

As he wiped his sweat and smiled, he asked, "Did you buy this just for me?"

"Don't flatter yourself! It's a perk from the dance team. You're just lucky to have it. Come on, drink it up. It's sweltering today."

He happily took a big sip, then noticed a note in the bag.

With a confused look on his face, he took it out. I also moved closer to have a peek. Turns out it was the phone number left by a senior who was also asking if we could become friends.

Darren pouted, "Kenneth, you're quite popular!"

I awkwardly replied, "If it weren't for everyone being in military training, you'd have less milk tea to drink."

With a proud lift of his eyebrow, Darren said, "I don't just drink anything from anyone!"

Darren and I were engrossed in conversation, not realizing that Davin's department was right behind us. We were standing under a tree, so Davin couldn't see who I was talking to.

During the period of military training, since their training sessions ended rather late each day, Darren would ask me to help him buy meals at noon and in the evening every day.

Thus, I bought the food for him and stayed in the cafeteria waiting for him day in and day out. Gradually, everyone thought that we were in a romantic relationship.