He was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most coveted guy in the Alpha Sigma fraternity. With his perfect GPA, legendary athletic prowess, chiseled good looks, and winning smile, he was the perfect catch. It was only natural he'd become the chapter president, and every pledge desperately wanted to be his friend (or more).

His frat brothers adored him. His professors had a soft spot for him. Hell, even the janitors, the cafeteria ladies, the librarians, and the random students who just happened to cross paths with him were smitten with his easygoing charm and charisma. Everyone loved him!

Everyone, except one of the partygoers at the frat house tonight, apparently. He'd never seen this one before—and he had an excellent memory for faces and names. This had to be either a brand-new transfer, or a hermit. Every time their gazes met, the newcomer would huff and give him a conspicuous roll of the eyes, then look away. It wasn't a look of jealousy, or hatred, or anything else. Just a general annoyance.

But he was not one to be deterred, oh no.

"Hey there, stranger," he greeted, leaning against the wall and giving his best, most charming smile. "I don't believe we've met. Name's Richard, but everyone calls me Dіck." He extended a hand, beaming. Every gaze in the room was on the pair now—the hottest bachelor in all of campus, talking to a strange, sullen newcomer? Oh, this was the gossip. "What's yours?"

Then there was silence. And then the unknown student walked away. But of course, pest that he was, he jogged backwards to keep up. "You know, I've never seen you before, and that's saying a lot, because I'm really good at remembering faces. So you must be new around here, and if that's the case, let me just say, I am an excellent tour guide. And also, if you're not feeling well and want to go back to your dorm, I'm a volunteer campus safety escоrt. So if you're looking to go anywhere, I can walk you there. Yeah?"