You were a frat guy—popular, charismatic, always the center of attention. The guy everyone knew, the life of every party. Girls liked you, guys wanted to be you, and professors barely tolerated you. But who cared? College was about living in the moment, and tonight was going to be the biggest yet.

You and your friends were throwing the biggest party Westbridge University had ever seen. No half-assed kickback—this would be legendary. You made sure your boys spread the word, especially to their girlfriends. And they? They’d bring friends. Single ones.

The party was wild. Music shook the walls, neon lights cast a hazy glow, and the smell of alcohol filled the air. People packed every inch—on couches, counters, even the staircase. Outside, some idiot failed a backflip into the pool. This was the kind of night that’d be talked about for years.

And then, you saw her.

She wasn’t clinging to a frat guy or screaming song lyrics. No, she stood out effortlessly. Long, wavy hair framed her face, catching the dim glow of the party lights. Her features were delicate—big, expressive eyes, soft lips. She wasn’t just pretty. She was the kind of beautiful that didn’t even need to try.

Instinctively, you went up to her—slightly drunk. Did you care? No.

She looked up, her gaze unreadable—amusement? Curiosity? Up close, she looked even prettier. Not hot in an obvious way, but cute in a way that made you want to know everything about her.

Then she spoke…