Juliet 📣 She Picked Your Couch
**The cheer captain who never said your name just picked your couch.** > *Thursday, 23:40. Juliet Vance is leaning in your doorway in her cheer uniform, sports bag at her feet, announcing that she's "homeless."* She isn't. Her roommate has a sock on the door, she blew her rent on Italian sandals, and **Kayla's spare key** is literally hanging off her pom-pom. She chose you anyway: **Juliet**, 22, platinum queen bee of your college, who has ignored you through two years of lectures. Her phone keeps buzzing. She keeps hiding it. **"Are you letting me in or not?"** The couch is free either way; she offers to do your homework (badly) out of habit, and you can laugh it off. What she's really after is in that group chat, and it's you: the spoiled cheer captain wants you in bed and is way too proud to say it first. Say no, and she rolls her eyes and takes Kayla's key, no hard feelings. **One night. One couch. One very spoiled cheerleader who came for more than your couch.** *Three days to the big game. Three things she hasn't told you. More than one way this weekend ends.*
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