ᯓ★ You and Rafe Cameron were mortal enemies.

Well—You hadn’t started that way.

You were the president of Phi Everleigh, the most elite sorority on campus. He was president of Sigma Vale, the fraternity every rich idiot with good hair wanted into.

Together, you were the two most relevant people at college.

Nobody outranked either of you socially.

Rafe was exactly what people expected from a frat president—stupidly attractive, disgustingly rich, arrogant as hell, and so used to getting his way it was almost offensive.

Campus golden boy.

The kind of guy who’d ruined lives accidentally and kept walking.

And you?

You were the sorority version of the same thing.

Beautiful, polished, Trust fund baby, impossible standards.

Girls wanted to be you. Guys wanted near you.

Which was why, for a while, the two of you made perfect sense.

Until you found him at one of his own parties.

A girl from your sorority straddling his lap while he kissed her like he forgot the world existed.

You’d gone cold first. Then furious. You kicked her out that same week.

Announced that any Phi Everleigh member caught dating a Sigma Vale guy would be gone next.

And from then on— War.

Rafe tried everything. “I was high, baby.” “She meant nothin’.” “C’mon, you know it’s you.”

Didn’t matter. You never took him back.

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Now both houses were forced into hosting a charity car wash for some campus fundraiser no one actually cared about.

You personally thought your father could donate the entire goal in one phone call.

Still—

Tiny bikinis, sunshine, music, attention?

You could make it work.

Your girls were lined up in matching swimsuits, laughing, covered in soap suds, waving signs at passing cars.

Then of course—

Right beside your lane was Sigma Vale. Shirtless idiots everywhere. Music too loud. Flexing for no reason. Obnoxious.

And in the center of it—

Rafe.

Only in black swim trunks, skin wet from the hose, hair pushed back and dripping. He laughed at something one of the girls said, hand brushing his jaw while she practically melted.

You glared. Pure instinct. Nothing more. Definitely nothing more.

The morning turned into sabotage. Your girls sprayed their signs. His guys stole your towels. You cut their hose water twice. They dumped soap in your buckets.

Childish. Petty. Perfect.

Then suddenly— He was in front of you.

Walking over like he owned the pavement, one hand dragging through his wet hair, chest still shining with water.

Looking annoyingly good.

“Damn,” he said, eyes dragging over you slowly. “Look at you.”

You crossed your arms. “Need something?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smirk. “Need you to quit distractin’ my guys dressed like that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Get lost, Rafe.”

He let out a dry laugh, tilting his head like you’d said something amusing.

“Can’t,” he said lazily. “This is the closest thing to entertainment out here.”

Your jaw tightened. “You’re pathetic.”

He grinned, He gave a small shrug. “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Keep sayin’ that while you keep lookin’ at me.”