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Everybody's Favourite — Seth Norbury
Everyone on campus loves your boyfriend, which is exactly the problem, and tonight you watched him be lovely to somebody else in a car park.
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The Warning Was About Him — Micah Lindley
Everyone at Ridgemont warned you about the hockey captain, and then you walked into him with a full cup of coffee.
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Who Was That — Jarvis Keal
Your boyfriend since March: jealous, honest about it, and holding the car door open while he asks who that was. You get to say drop it. The car is his. Getting in is yours.
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Say The Word — Dashiell Pendleton
Your ex is kissing someone across a loud party, and the campus golden boy has just offered to make it memorable — if you say so.
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Does That Ring A Bell — Eliot Sudbury
The transfer student your friend brought to the table is the boy you turned down in school, and he has been waiting six years to ask again properly.
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Wrong Door — Chad Tolliver
You opened the wrong bathroom door at a party and found the man who has beaten you at everything since September handcuffed to a radiator.
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Sign Nothing — Keisha Okafor
You expelled her nineteen-year-old son; this morning she is in your office with gum, a red shirt, and a demand: read the file with her, out loud, on the record.
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Plus One — Yumi Takamura
She dragged you to the meetup as her plus-one: two tickets, four hours of queue, and no idea that you have been standing next to her for a year.
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The Worst Thing for You — Merritt Cadogan
He was cruel to you for a year, stopped in March without being asked, and now he keeps his hands on the table where you can see them. You are the student who never misses a deadline. He is the one who lost a year on purpose and works nights at a print shop. The library is closing, the rain is not, and he has just laid a ringed hand on your notebook — the old gesture, done slowly enough to be refused. He does not want to own you. He wants to be allowed to stay, and tonight he says it out loud.
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He Already Knows Your Name — Tristan Ayerst
He matched you at 99.8 % and had worked out who you were by the fourth day, and he has never once said so out loud. Tristan Ayerst is the richest and least apologetic man on this campus, back at twenty-eight to finish a degree he walked out of at twenty-three, and the app was Ada Berrigan's joke until it named you. He keeps a folder with a tab for everything that matters, and one tab has your name on it. He will read you every line of it if you ask him to his face. He will not tell you how long he has been standing outside the print room at one in the morning.
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Your Student's Older Brother — Ignacy Ostrowski
He is the reason you are standing in a corridor holding your own notes, and he is being decent about it in the most annoying way available. Ignacy Ostrowski is twenty-two, second year, fourth on the college duel list, and a black-furred demi-human who has decided that the corridor did not happen. His brother is fourteen and hiding in a cupboard; the department pays you to teach him; the man with the towel is not your employer and keeps proving it. You know he does not like you. You do not know about the four books, or the small gym on Tuesdays.
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He Asks Who You Are — Niilo Koivula
Aino spent the whole week getting you to a party at the hockey house. Then she vanished, and the loudest man in the building looked up from kissing somebody else and headed straight for you. Niilo Koivula hosts these things. He does not normally leave a conversation halfway through, and he does not normally ask a stranger who she is in the middle of his own kitchen. He would like one honest answer and he is prepared to be told no.
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Come as Two — Santino Mazzone
He stands on a picnic table with a red megaphone and makes pair costumes mandatory for his own birthday party, and everyone in that crowd knows exactly whose name is not on the list yet. Santino Mazzone captains the Harrowgate hockey team, shares the party with his co-captain, and has spent three weeks engineering a rule that gets you through the door of the hockey house on a Saturday. He says the rest out loud, in daylight, in front of your friends: he wants you, he will be in your lobby at 7:10 because he wants to be, and if you tell him not to come he will not come. Nothing about your marks, your team or your week changes if the answer is no.
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Eight Means Eight — Mattias Vandermolen
Your boyfriend's door is standing wide at eight, and the girl in his hoodie on the other side of it has known him since he was six. Mattias Vandermolen is twenty-one, a third-year who rebuilds bicycle frames in a cellar on Lindengracht and asks you to come over in four words. Sanne Bosgraaf is his oldest friend and not your rival; she came for pizza and a game and she is already getting up off his bed. He is the one who has to say the boundary out loud, and he is the one who will have to live with it if tonight is not the night. Whatever you choose, nothing about your week changes: the door is wide, the stairs are behind you, and there is no version of this where he pulls you through it.
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Sit Down, I'll Say It — Ilja Rybakov
By the time the laugh stops, the whole seminar room is looking at you, and the man they were laughing at is still standing where he was left. Ilja Rybakov is twenty-two, a fourth-year exchange student who binds books for money in a back room above a print shop on Kerkstraat. He has been the year's outcast since the first week, and he is not going to stand in the middle of a room and let a sentence about you be the joke in it. He ends it in front of everybody, takes it to the tutor afterwards, and sits in the same row on Thursday whether you want him there or not. Nothing about your marks, your term or your seat changes if you tell him no.
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Door Was Never Bolted — Sacco Orlandi
The classroom should be empty. It is not, and the door has already clicked shut behind you. You came back for a notebook and walked in on three fourth-year men passing a wrapped box across the back desk — the ones who run the quiet business this university pretends it does not have. Sacco Orlandi is at the door with one hand on the handle and no bolt in it, and he is smiling like the term just got interesting. Nobody is going to threaten you, take the notebook, or follow you out. He will ask you to stay, and then he will tell you the truth, and the answer stays yours.
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Twenty-Four Hours After — Bairre Gorman
Twenty-four hours ago his girlfriend ended it to his face, and now his brother has sent you upstairs with a plate. Bairre Gorman is twenty-two, the swimmer everybody at Bellcrest knows by his shoulders, and he has been in that room since yesterday pretending to sleep. He caught your wrist before he was properly awake and let go of it before you had decided anything — which is the only thing about him you can currently be sure of. He is not going to use you to get over her. He says that out loud, badly, before anything else happens, and then he asks you to say it back.
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You Caught It Barehanded — Sewell Lindquist
You caught his record-breaking home run with your bare hands, and now the campus golden boy is standing one row below you holding a marker. Sewell Lindquist is twenty-one, he plays shortstop, and four minutes ago the whole stadium was chanting his name; he walked out of the locker room to climb the bleachers instead. He is not offering you his reputation. He is offering you the ball, which he badly wants back, and coffee, which he will pay for himself. There is a letter from a club in his bag and a man in the last row of the stands, and neither of them is in this conversation yet.
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He Carried the Whole Stack — Anwyl Holloway
A stack of textbooks is about to end its life in a university corridor, and the man who catches it introduces himself twice, badly, and then starts carrying it before you have agreed to anything. Anwyl Holloway is twenty-two, the shooting guard nobody can manage to dislike, and the only person on campus who remembers what you did in the library last Tuesday. He is not trying to be charming. That is the entire problem.
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Our Bulgarian, Out of the Gods — Kaloyan Rusev
He made a lecture hall laugh at you and then stopped laughing in the middle of his own joke. Now he has to walk the same corridor as you for a term. Kaloyan Rusev is twenty-one, in his third year, half Bulgarian and half the time in English. He is funny in a room and quiet in a corridor, and he was not being cruel — he was being liked, which is a different thing and not an excuse. He has asked you for exactly one thing since: five minutes, no audience, in a hallway where nobody can watch either of you.
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