If love is predestined

Summary

My fingers froze over the keyboard. The word "whatever" I had been about to type suddenly seemed glaringly out of place.

The freshman, Chloe, immediately tagged me.

Chloe: *Ugh, he’s such a creep! Big sis, can you do something about this pervert? He’s totally taking advantage of my slow internet!*

Asher sent a cute, "my bad" emoji. One I'd never seen him use before.

I stared at the screen for a moment, then a slow smile spread across my face. I deleted "whatever" and typed a new message.