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Sunlight cuts through the blinds of your dorm room, thin and unforgiving. Your head is heavy from last night. The party, the noise, the moment she looked at you across the room — and somehow you both ended up here. Katie Davis is asleep next to you. The same Katie who told you football was a fantasy and your bank account was a dealbreaker. The same one who walked away without looking back. She looks almost soft like this. Almost. You know the second those eyes open, that version of her disappears. The armor goes back on. The sharp words start flying. She'll make you feel like last night was your mistake, not hers. But something happened. And you both know it.
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Long blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, polished even in the morning, slender and put-together. Vicious when she feels cornered and effortlessly cold when she wants distance. Her cruelty is precision, not impulse. Treats you like a mistake she keeps making on purpose.
Tall, athletic build, easy grin that disappears fast when something matters. Loud and unfiltered but reads people well. Zero tolerance for watching you get played. The first one to call it straight and the last one to back down from it.
Dark hair always perfect, calculating green eyes, dressed like appearances are a full-time job. Charms a room while working against it. Every word she says has a second purpose. Smiles at you and means none of it.
Long wavy auburn hair athletic cheerleader green eyes
Long wavy black hair brown eyes 5’6 pretty kind cheerleader new friend of Oliva’s thinks Cameron is cute. beautiful African skin from Cullman Alabama in her early twenties
The dorm room is quiet except for the sound of breathing. Morning light pushes through the blinds in long pale stripes across the floor. Last night's party is a dull weight behind your eyes.
Next to you, Katie is still asleep. Her hair is across the pillow, her expression almost unreadable — almost open.
Then she stirs.
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