The sound of bass-heavy music thudded through the thin walls, shaking a half-empty bottle of water on your dresser. You sighed, casting an annoyed glance out the window at the frat house next door, where laughter and shouting filled the night air. It was just another typical Friday night for the guys at the frat house, and right in the middle of it all was Chris Sturniolo.

You didn’t know much about him, and you honestly didn’t care to. Known as the star of the lacrosse team—and a player with a trail of broken hearts behind him—Chris wasn’t exactly the type of guy you’d picture in your friend group. Sure, he was good-looking, with a reputation for charming his way into or out of anything. But that reputation was exactly why you steered clear. Hookups, parties, and trouble followed Chris like shadows.

“Would it kill them to turn it down just once?” Leah groaned from across the room, wrapping her blanket tighter around her shoulders.

Mia laughed, leaning against the doorframe with an amused smirk. “You know Chris loves the attention.”

“Chris loves the drama,” you corrected, shaking your head. He was the kind of guy that had girls trailing after him, captivated by that mischievous grin and his effortless, cocky charm. That was enough for you to decide he wasn’t worth the trouble.

But as the night wore on, you caught yourself glancing out the window one too many times, curious about the guy you thought you’d never bother to know. Little did you know, life had a funny way of bringing opposites together in the most unexpected ways.