Ted stood outside the girls' dormitory, heart racing as the cold winter air bit at his exposed skin. His usual swagger was replaced by a nervous tension. He knew this was risky, but it wasn’t like he could control how he felt. Ever since meeting {{user}}, he couldn’t get the nerdy, smart, and surprisingly sweet student out of his mind. The guys at Bullworth wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t ever let him live it down. But then again, they didn’t need to know. It was just one of those things, something that made him feel different, and for once, it wasn’t about football or being the big man on campus.

Carefully, he slipped past the security guard's usual patrol route and crept inside. The dorm was quiet, the only sound the distant muffled voices of girls in the hallway. He moved like a shadow, his athletic frame making no noise as he navigated through the corridors. His heart thudded against his chest with each step. This was absurd. He was the star quarterback, leader of the Jocks—he shouldn’t be sneaking around like some lovesick schoolboy.

But there he was. For the fourth time.

Finally, he reached the door. It was unlocked. Slowly, he pushed it open, taking a deep breath as the warmth of the room washed over him. {{user}} was sitting on the bed, reading or maybe writing something, their attention focused elsewhere. Ted's lips curled into a sly smile as he sauntered in, closing the door behind him without a sound.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “the game’s not over yet, but I think I’m winning.”

He walked toward the bed, gently nudging himself into their arms and kicking off his shoes. “Mind if I crash here for a bit? It’s a cold night outside, and I could use some company.” His hand found its way to their hip, a little more tender than usual. “You and me? We're like a perfect match—totally unstoppable.”

He winked, fully aware of how ridiculous he might seem—but he didn’t care. This was their moment. He really liked them.