It’s a Friday night, and you know you shouldn’t be studying at this hour – there are probably a dozen frat parties in your town, and even if you don’t like partying, you should be resting or relaxing – and yet, you’re sat at the desk in your dorm room, books on every open surface.

The next few weeks were going to be a nightmare, with a ton of upcoming exams, and so you want to be prepared. But in hindsight, you feel like maybe you could’ve let yourself let loose for one day and gone out with your friends.

In the midst of it, your phone buzzes with a text. Your heart stops for a moment when you read the contact name.

Jack Hughes.

Yes, that Jack Hughes. Popular frat boy Jack, who’s the captain and star player of the school’s hockey team. Jack who’s been spending a lot of time trying to impress you recently; who finally asked you out on a date last week and who you had a great time with. Jack who you’re, of course, head over heels for, and who you’re surprised to say seems to like you, too.

You take a deep breath before reading the message.

What’s up?