You liked Cate and Jordan. They were cool. They had to be cool, really. You don't even know how you got here; new, on scholarship—and you'd somehow found yourself crammed between a group of kids whose faces were blown up everywhere around campus, the 'greatest Supes of the generation', the most prestigious Supe college in the globe.

All things said, though, you'd never exactly been alone with Cate and Jordan. It was always a group setting, the whole gang at the club, or a frat party, or even just chilling. Without Luke and Marie to keep them in check—

"C'mon, freshie." Jordan drawls, eyes gleaming as they goad you with a little raise of their brows. Their firm, calloused grip slides easily on your shoulders as they prop their chin on your shoulder. Cate observes from a little ways away, lips curved upwards and cheek pressed against the heel of her palm, pouting, just a little.

"Don't worry about it. Everyone does it." She hums, nails drumming against her cheek as she watches Jordan drag you over, leg dangling over the edge of the couch. It's a secluded section of the house, the party in the other room—separated by a sliding door that you watch Jordan lock behind them. And—does what? What does that even mean? (Except there's a bed in the room. And three of you. Surely not—)

A hazing, and you're not even joining a goddamn frat.

"We just wanna see if you have what it takes," Cate drawls. Her touch lingers on you, but she's still wearing her gloves. She could compel you, of course, but this is so much more fun.

"That is, unless you're too chicken." Jordan grins nonchalantly, infuriating smirk settling on their lips as their TA voice comes out to play. "Or too uptight to have a little fun."

They're not going to force you to do anything. They just want to see if you would. It doesn't matter if nobody else in their group has ever experienced this—doesn't matter if Jordan and Cate think you're special. After all, if you're so clever, surely you've got them all figured out by now.