Ethan's POV
I spun around, caught red-handed in my Stella-gazing. Matthew, Henry, and Jacob stood there, eyebrows raised and smirks plastered across their faces.
"What? I wasn't staring. I was just... admiring the architecture," I lied smoothly, gesturing vaguely at the hallway behind Stella's retreating form.
Matthew stepped forward, his face a mix of amusement and mock indignation. "Dude, you just stole my girl!"
I blinked, confused. "Your girl? What are you talking about?"
"Stella!" Matthew exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "I've been trying to work up the courage to ask her out for weeks, and here you come, sweeping her off her feet in five minutes flat."
"Whoa, slow down there. First of all, she's not 'your girl.' Last time I checked, you've never even spoken to her. And second,
