you weren’t supposed to be on Rafe Cameron’s radar.

Guys like him—rich, reckless, and ruling Figure Eight—didn’t notice girls like you. you weren’t part of his world. you preferred books over beach parties, late-night studying over late-night sneaking out. The only time you’d ever been in the same room as Rafe was in passing at school, and even then, he never looked your way. Not until now.

It started as an accident.

you were sitting alone in the library, nose buried in your notes, when he dropped into the chair across from you. His presence was a force, all sharp edges and restless energy, like he didn’t belong in a place as quiet as this. you tried not to look up, but ignoring Rafe Cameron was impossible.

“Do my homework for me,” he said, sliding his paper across the table.

you blinked at him, half-expecting it to be a joke. “No.”

He leaned back, watching you with that smirk that made half the girls at school lose their minds. “You’re smart. I suck at this. Just help me out.”

you hesitated. There was no reason to say yes. But something about the way he looked at you, like you were a puzzle he didn’t quite understand, made you pause. Against your better judgment, you sighed and grabbed a pen.