We're Just Classmates, Aren't We?

"Hunter, an employee, accidentally changed that wallpaper."

Jenna told me not to overthink it. I believed her. But after that, she never let me touch her computer again. I didn't know if she ever changed it back.

What she didn't know was that I'd always known who that man was. His hands were too distinctive to mistake.

There were plenty of similar incidents after that, like the celebration party the company threw when Jenna closed a major deal.

I was tied up with another project at the time, so I couldn't make it to the party. I was so busy that day that I barely had time to eat, but I still called Jenna right away to congratulate her. I'd even prepared a surprise for her.

She didn't pick up, so I thought maybe she was busy. I sent her a text instead. She didn't reply to that either.

Then I saw her social media post. She was holding a bouquet of roses, her smile sickeningly sweet. But I'd sent her lisianthus, her favorite.

Felix posted on social media that same day. He was also holding roses, grinning ear to ear. The two photos matched perfectly in location and pose. At first glance, they looked like they were announcing a relationship.

Jenna even left a comment under his post. "Don't forget to eat."

I couldn't remember exactly what I felt at that moment. All I remembered was seeing my flowers in the trash bin outside the office the next day, while that bouquet of roses sat in her office.

She used to tell me she hated roses, that they were too cliche. But apparently, people became cliche in the end.

I stayed in the hospital for two days. After my final checkup confirmed I was fine, I was discharged.

Jenna hadn't contacted me once during those two days. Even now that I was being discharged, she hadn't sent a single message.

But at least she'd bought me my favorite cake. So, I decided to give her one more chance.

I set the cake on the chair and called Jenna, keeping my tone gentle. "Jenna, I'm being discharged today. Can you come pick me up?"

We both tactfully avoided mentioning my supposed amnesia.

There was silence on the other end before she finally spoke. "I'm kind of busy right now. Could you just head back on your own?"

The question came out tentative. My turn to fall silent. Then she offered to call me a car.

I cut straight to the point. "How busy?"

My words clearly caught her off guard. I'd never been this sharp with her before. And I knew the company was in a slow period right now. There was no reason for her to be busy.

Yet here she was, telling me she was busy. I could even hear faint music and chatter in the background. She didn't answer, maybe still processing what I'd said, but I hung up and let out a bitter laugh.

The difference between love and indifference was painfully obvious.

I remembered the summer I was working out of town and suddenly came down with a high fever. Half-delirious, I called Jenna. Then I passed out because the fever was too severe.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. She sat beside me, exhausted, her eyes bloodshot. She said she knew something was wrong and drove through the night from another city to reach me.

She hadn't even taken the time to change out of her pajamas and slippers.

"Hunter, you have no idea how terrified I was when I kept pounding on your door, and you wouldn't answer.

"When I saw you lying unconscious on the bed, I nearly lost my mind. Thank god you're awake now."

She buried her face in my chest. My shirt was soaked through with her tears.

Back then, she really cared about me. But I figured everything changed eventually.

I threw the cake in the trash without a second thought. A girl walked over and asked softly, "You don't like it?"

I froze. She quickly explained, "I'm the girl you saved! I've been on break the past few days, so I came late. I'm sorry."