Chapter 42

It was Ethan. He handed over his registration form. "I hope I'm not too late." The upperclasswoman froze when she saw Ethan. She stood rooted to the spot, forgetting to withdraw her hand. I awkwardly withdrew my hand, snapping her back to reality. The club president pressed her lips together, accepted his registration form, and nodded enthusiastically. "Not at all. Welcome to the club! What a coincidence, Wiley! You two practically walked in together!" The upperclasswoman's eyes kept shifting between us, and the way she looked at me made me feel uncomfortable. Damn it, what was he doing here? I distinctly remembered he was into basketball—why didn't he join the basketball club? Plus, he could've just tagged along with Leah and joined any other club. Why the event planning club, of all things? Was this what people called destiny, something I couldn't escape or avoid at any cost? But I refused to believe that everything was written in the stars. While I couldn't change my desti