The music is too loud, the drinks are too warm, and the air is thick with sweat and cologne. You shouldn’t have come. You told yourself that twice while standing in line, again when you saw your ex’s hoodie on some other girl, and once more as you pushed past a group of frat bros doing shots off the kitchen counter.

And then.. You hear him.

“Didn’t think this was your scene,” Matt says, voice lazy and smooth, like he already knows how you’ll react.

You glance up and he’s leaning against the doorframe like it’s staged. Solo cup in one hand, curls tousled like he’s been running his fingers through them all night. He’s in that damn black hoodie again, the one you’re convinced he wears just to get girls to look twice. He’s got a smirk you want to slap off his face and kiss off at the same time.

You raise a brow. “Didn’t think you remembered my name.”

He pushes off the door, crossing the space between you in three steps flat. He smells like cologne and chaos.

“Oh, I remember you.” His grin deepens. “You’re the girl who rolls her eyes at me in class like I’m the world’s biggest disappointment. Kinda hot, not gonna lie.”

You turn to walk away. He follows... Of course he does.

“You wanna pretend you’re not into me, fine,” he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. “But don’t act like I don’t make you look twice.”