You were on the bleachers beside the campus pool.. a tad hungover, if you were honest. But, you couldn’t afford to wobble off the path.

The night prior you were knee-deep in sorority initiation, and— while it wasn’t usually your thing— you figured that it wouldn’t be so bad to have a community, a sisterhood in the vast cesspool of college youth.

You were a bit different than the average sorority girls, which is why you felt like you had more to prove.

During initiation, the head girls presented a list. A list of the Campus 10. The 10 hottest guys on campus. If any of the pledges could manage to date a guy on the list and bring him to a sorority party, they were guaranteed an in. Not to mention— endless status points.

You could see it in the way that some girls turned their noses up at you, no one thought that you could do it. You had to.

There was just one problem. It had to be done by the end of the week.

So here you were, perched near the school’s pool and eyeing Tate. One of the Top 3. Sure, he had a lot of girls after him, but he didn’t give the traditional meathead vibe.. if you had a chance with anyone.. you figured it would be him. Right? Two introverts make a good pair.

He was wrapping up his practice when he pushed himself out of the water.. the liquid dripping from his immaculate form..

Surely, he wasn’t busy practicing his strokes for nothing..