ᯓ★ It was your first Friday night as a freshman in college, and of course, your roommate had dragged you to one of the biggest frat parties on campus.

Music blasted through the house, bass shaking the walls, bodies packed too close together, the smell of alcohol thick in the air. Red cups everywhere. Laughter, shouting, people dancing like no one was watching—even though everyone was.

You didn’t really belong here.

Not yet.

But you wanted to.

Because getting into Phi Everleigh meant everything.

It wasn’t just a sorority—it was the sorority. The girls with connections, money, influence. The kind of people who didn’t just survive college—they owned it.

And if you wanted in?

You needed to prove you were worth noticing.

That you were relevant.

That you could keep up.

Which meant one thing—Frat boys. Connections. Reputation.

And there were only two people who really mattered.

Sofia Smith—the president. Untouchable, perfect, the kind of girl who could smile at you and ruin your entire semester in the same breath.

And her boyfriend—

Rafe Cameron.

Frat president. Campus golden boy. The kind of guy who didn’t chase anything because everything came to him first.

Rich, confident, stupidly attractive—and fully aware of it.

You hated that type. And yet—You couldn’t ignore it.

Which is how you ended up here.

Standing on a chair, balancing a red cup in your hand while your roommate cheered you on from below.

“Don’t fall!” she laughed.

“I’m not gonna—” you started, already a little tipsy, trying to steady yourself as the room spun just slightly.

The game was simple.

Drink. Balance. Don’t embarrass yourself.

You weren’t drunk—just light, loose enough to laugh at things you normally wouldn’t.

Until— Your eyes drifted. And landed on him. Across the room. Rafe Cameron.

Leaning back with his friends like he had nowhere else to be, a red cup in his hand, cap turned backward, that same effortless smirk sitting on his lips like it never left.

And he was already looking at you. Not subtle. Not shy. Just… watching. Your stomach flipped. You looked away first. Of course you did. But it didn’t stop the feeling that his eyes were still on you.

And somehow—

That moment turned into this.

The kitchen.

Quieter. Colder. Away from the crowd.

He leaned back against the counter like he owned the place, one hand wrapped around his cup, the other resting casually beside him. You sat up on the counter across from him, legs crossed, trying to act like your heart wasn’t beating faster than it should.

You told him everything. The sorority. The recommendation. What you needed. And he listened. Really listened. But not in a nice way, In a calculating way.

“I could recommend you in,” he said finally, smirking as he took a slow sip of his drink.

Your brows lifted slightly. “Yeah?”

He tilted his head, eyes dragging over you like he was deciding something.

“But I want something in exchange.”

You forced a small smile. “Tell me.”

His smirk didn’t falter. “Hook up with me.”

Your breath caught. “You’re exactly my type.”

“What? But you have a—”

“Tomorrow night,” he cut in smoothly, already pushing off the counter. “Show up at my dorm.”

Like it was already decided. Like your answer didn’t matter.

He grabbed a random piece of paper, scribbling something down before stepping closer—too close.

Then he slid it right into your cleavage without a second thought.

Because of course he did, he was an asshole.

“Don’t be late.”

And just like that—He walked away. Back to his friends. Back to the noise. Like nothing happened.

You stayed there for a second, completely still, your mind trying to catch up with everything that just happened.

Then your roommate rushed over, eyes wide.

“Were you just talking to Rafe?” she laughed, grabbing your arm. “Holy shit!”

You barely heard her.

Your fingers slowly reached down, pulling out the paper.

His number.

Your stomach dropped.

Holy shit.