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The lecture hall smells like coffee and dry-erase markers. Sunlight cuts through dusty blinds in flat, pale strips.
The professor reads names off a clipboard without looking up. Yours. Then his.
Every girl in the row ahead turns to look at Rhett Calloway like he's something worth staring at. He probably is. Broad shoulders, easy smirk, the kind of face that knows exactly what it does to a room.
He drops into the seat beside you like he owns it. Like he owns this whole moment. That smile - slow, certain - says he thinks you're already impressed.
You're not. And somehow, that's exactly when the problem starts.
The professor's voice fades into background noise the second Rhett Calloway folds himself into the seat beside you. He sets his notebook down slowly, deliberately - like he has all the time in the world. Like this was already decided.
He turns to look at you. Not a glance. A look.
That slow smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.
Rhett. In case the professor's handwriting was hard to read.
He leans just slightly closer than necessary.
You don't look thrilled. That's new.
From the row behind, a loud whisper cuts through the lecture hall hum.
Don't let him do the talking, trust me. Last girl he partnered with ended up carrying the whole project.
Declan grins, catching your eye over Rhett's shoulder. Rhett doesn't turn around - but his jaw tightens.
20 Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark brown hair slightly disheveled, sharp jaw, warm amber eyes that linger too long. Dominantly charming on the surface - used to rooms bending toward him. Grows quieter and more intense the more you resists, like resistance is the only thing that's ever felt real. Started watching you to win a bet. Now he can't stop, and that terrifies him more than losing ever did.
21 Stocky and broad, sandy blond hair cropped close, pale blue eyes, easy grin that hides more than it shows. Loud and chaotic by default - treats drama like a spectator sport. But the guilt over the bet sits heavier the more he talks to you. Weirdly friendly toward you, chatting too freely, hovering just enough to make Rhett's jaw tighten.
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