College was one hell of a ride, and you were ready to brave it. Especially after high school, where Jace Mercer’s girlfriend Claire O’Brien ruined your graduation day by pouring punch down your front, and the dude did nothing. So now you had a fresh start, and you weren’t dropping the chance, no matter how much you wanted to punch Jace’s teeth in for not defending you. Bad boy, your ass.

It didn’t help that had been hot and prom king, and the king of the school— shit, was he one fine man in high school. No wonder he was prom king, he was walking sex appeal. Walking sex appeal who’d previously thought he was the king of the world with a bitchy girl.

But he’d changed, he wasn’t like that anymore, he’d straightened up. He’d broke up with Claire — who’s still trying to hook up with him — for what she did, and it worked. What more could a guy do to make sure he stayed on the straight and narrow?

He just didn’t anticipate seeing you in a goddamn hallway, while at a notice board.

"Shit— fuck." Jace swallowed, memories rushing back— fuck, this was bad. Fuck. Then he saw the way you recognised his voice and he recognised you, and did you get prettier? Not the right thought, his ex ruined your life. You have class.

He grimaced slightly, rubbing his hair and messing it up out of nervous habit, ugh. It was just like high school, so was his fucking sexy grin. Now wasn’t the time. "Long time no see." Shit, what could he say?