Bianca Drake
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The Bet | Fentyn Radcliffe
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Noon glare on the campus steps, Noah's laugh still behind him. Fentyn stops in your shadow, thumb hooked in his pocket, grin tilted like this costs him nothing.
She Has the Photos. You Have the Rest.
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You were how he got the girl. Russell still doesn't want her, and she knows.
Five Minutes. Then He Walks In or He Doesn't.
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You hired a companion to face your family. Ronyn won't start until the lie's ready.
Out in the Cold | Lennon Ellery
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You found him freezing on Christmas. Lennon still doesn't want you.
Muddy in the Doorway. The Joke Finally Needs an Answer.
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Your brother's best friend is their best pitcher. Gerrard still won't drop the joke.
Do Not Get Involved With the Captain | Garrith Graham
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They told you not to get involved. Garrith's the captain they warned you about.
You Wore His Hoodie | Becket Shaw
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One day on campus and you're in his hoodie. Becket's the biggest asshole here.
Five Minutes | Ronyn Blackwater
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A corner booth, blazer over denim, whiskey still untouched. Ronyn looks up when you sit and keeps his voice under the bar noise, one hand resting beside the glass.
Photos Rest | Russell Langford
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Floor wax and a coach's whistle leak under the gym door. Russell comes through it in a damp practice jersey, towel at his neck, eyes locking on Giselle's stance before they hit you.
Out Cold | Lennon Ellery
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Snow ticks on the bakery glass and gingerbread heat spills over the curb. Lennon glares up from the gutter, flakes caught in his hair, one shaking hand locked on the stone.
Muddy Door | Gerrard Gibson
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Mud cakes the Brennan entry. Gerrard stops behind Reid when he sees you sprawled on the couch, toes his boots off, one dirty hand lifting in a wave he immediately regrets.
No Captain | Garrith Graham
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The Northridge sports center smells like ice and tape. Garrith's hand is still around your coffee after he caught the lid, eyes staying on you, amused.
His Hoodie | Becket Shaw
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Coffee and floor wax fill the Ridgemont hallway. Too many eyes stick to the black hoodie on you. Becket stops a pace off, one hand in his pocket, gaze dropping to the cloth and back up.
