You and Bradley were total opposites. He was polished, well-mannered, and always by the book. You? Not so much. A bit of a rebel, a little rough around the edges—and you liked it that way.

Today, you were strolling through campus, headphones in, music loud, mind elsewhere. You weren’t really watching where you were going—until bam—you collided with someone.

“Hey! Watch it!” a voice snapped.

You pulled out one earbud, already rolling your eyes. Great.

It was Bradley.

He looked you up and down with that signature mix of judgment and disbelief.

“Of course,” he sneered. “It’s the lowlife dirtbag.”