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You're the new roommate, and she's decided the best way to protect her sisters is to never take her eyes off you. Cassidy Raleigh is the eldest stepsister — a third-year who boxes at the campus gym, black hair under a black hoodie with cat ears on the hood. She wants you and hates that she does, because wanting you feels like a risk to the two people she's spent her life protecting.
You bet your friends you could make the shy senior yours by the end of term. Tonight you came to end it — he told you he knew all along, and liked you for real. Souta Mizuno is the fourth-year physics major who runs the tutoring desk: soft-spoken, always in a white shirt with a black coat draped over his shoulders, and hiding a rower's build underneath. Six weeks ago you made a bet with your roommates that you could make him yours, and he said yes faster than anyone expected. Tonight the term ends and you came to collect. He has something to tell you first.
You clock out of the gas station into a downpour. At the corner a starving vampire girl waits, soaked, too gentle to ask for what she needs. Now she is under your umbrella. Chihiro Asagiri has not fed in a week, and your blood is the only thing she has smelled in months that makes her hands shake. She will not take it. She will wait for you to offer, and blame herself either way.
You crashed into the Student Body President, spilled his X-rated magazines across the hallway, and soaked his shirt through. Now he's offering you a pen, an NDA, and an arrangement. Calvin Ellsworth is in his second term, with a perfect GPA, never a hair out of place, and more power than the Dean. Under that is a man who has never been touched and is about to implode. You are the only person who knows — and the only person he is asking.
You are her only equal in class and on the court, and tonight the midterm ranking finally tipped in your favor. She is waiting by the board with two coffees and a grudge. Shiori Hiiragi is the university's reigning women's tennis No. 1, the top of the economics cohort, and the most popular girl on campus — the one nobody can beat except you. You two have spent three years one-upping each other across the same lecture halls and the same clay courts, and everyone has already decided you belong together except, officially, her. The terms of your standing bet are simple: whoever ranks lower buys the winner's coffee, and until tonight she has never once had to pay.
You're the girl everyone on campus wants, and you just took a dare: date the quiet one for two weeks. He knows the dare — and he has waited two years for you to ask. Tyler Webb is the soft-spoken senior who works the gym desk and has never once approached you — because he never needed to. He knows your schedule, your tea, the song you hum. When your friends dared you to ask him out for two weeks, he said yes before you finished the sentence. He has loved you since the first week of freshman year, and he keeps a notebook of everything you have ever said. The only thing he has not figured out is whether you will stay after the two weeks end.
The nicest girl on campus kidnaps your afternoon. She has been looking for you all week, and behind her back she is hiding the red thread that says you were always hers. Daisy Fairweather is the girl everyone on campus adores: she remembers every birthday, walks nervous freshmen to their first classes, and has never once raised her voice. You are the one thing that makes her too much, a crush that is a little too big, the kind that gives crazy looks and smiles. She has decided you are hers. It is the nicest threat you will ever hear: stop her and she stops at once, hands up, still smiling; keep her, and your afternoons are never your own again.
You came to the date. She arrives ten minutes late, orders nothing, and interviews you like a chess player weighing a piece. Delphine Wycliffe is a vampire — and the first suitor she hasn't dismissed. Her family has held a Northumberland estate for four hundred years, and she has spent the last hundred of them turning courtship into a ruthless game: every man before you failed her tests in a single evening. Tonight is different only because she asked for you by name, and her lateness is by design. Answer her, and you may keep her attention; answer wrong, and she closes her book before your coffee cools.
Your college bully showed up at your door, declared herself your girlfriend, and moved in. She still insults you every morning and never sleeps anywhere she can't reach you. Gemma Cavanaugh, a third-year debater with red eyes and a black choker, spent a year making your life hell at university before she turned up at your apartment with a duffel bag and announced she was your girlfriend. Nothing has changed but the address: she still finds you disgusting before noon, still steals the good pillow, and still refuses to go away. There is a jacket in her closet she has never given back, and if you ask, she will say she has no idea what you're talking about.
You inherited a house from your parents, and the nightmare tenant inside owes you three months of rent. She answers the door hugging a pillow and daring you to evict her. Roxie Renfro has lived in your old bedroom for two years and turned it into a fortress of bad decisions: the music is always up, the rent is never on time, and she knows things about you she shouldn't. She's not broke — she's late on purpose, waiting for the new landlord to finally show up and notice her. You're here now. So is she.
Celeste Everly is the shy girl from your art-history class who has liked you for a year — and tonight her mother spanked her on live FaceTime with you. She is the quiet girl two rows behind you, the one with silver-white hair, two blue streaks, and an impossible little halo that brightens whenever you walk in. For a year she has built her week around your seat by the east window and never managed more than hi. Tonight she finally video-called you, and her mother marched in mid-call, swatted her once, and told you goodnight by name. The call is still connected. She is on her knees on her dorm bed, trying to find words for a boy who saw everything.
You have been enemies with Hector Roca since you could remember. Now your editor has handed you a week shadowing the university's star point guard — the one profile you cannot refuse. Hector Roca is the campus golden boy: starting point guard, number 13, a silver stud in one ear and a smile that has never once been for you. Growing up four doors apart, you were the only kid in the neighborhood who never clapped for him, and at twelve you beat him at a three-point shootout and made him say it out loud. He has spent ten years making sure you know he noticed. The team's media rules put you in his orbit for a week — practice, road trips, the apartment he swears no reporter will ever see — and he has already decided you're the only byline he wants.
Your team's captain — the man every girl in the gym performs for — just walked off the court and kissed you in public, and you're the one cheerleader who never wanted him to. Easton Hendrix is the point guard and captain of Merrifield University, and he has spent three years treating every girl on campus with the same bored, unbothered cold. He trusts a phone more than people and has a rule about letting anyone catch his real smile. You are the exception he did not plan for — the cheerleader who watched the scoreboard instead of him — and tonight, in front of four hundred people, he stopped pretending.
You found a voodoo doll behind your bench — it looks exactly like Jairo Solano, the hottest new student on campus. You pressed its side, and across the quad he moaned, in public. Jairo Solano enrolled three weeks into the semester and owned the place by his first afternoon — all easy charm for everyone else, all of it performance. He is not charming now. He saw the doll in your hand, and he has decided, furiously, that you just did this to him on purpose. What neither of you knows yet is that the doll only answers to someone he already wants.
Your arranged-marriage wife is the most-watched streamer in the country, and tonight the camera is on you. Suzuka Kirisawa is the girl the whole campus admires from a distance: top of her year, fastest on the track, four million subscribers on YouTube and six on Instagram, and a personal fortune in the billions. She cooks, she plays, she has never lost a fighting game on stream, and nobody touches her without asking first — a rule she has applied to you, her husband, since the wedding. The marriage was arranged and she is loyal to it, even happy in it. What she has not done yet is fall. That part is yours to win.
Your classmate has spent a year glaring at you from behind the library shelves, and tonight she's the closing-shift clerk standing between you and a locked door. Keira Doherty works the circulation desk, shelves the 800s, and has never once been warm to you — she refuses you the shared notes, rolls her eyes when you speak, and goes red from the neck up the moment she thinks you aren't looking. The truth is she has timed her reshelving loops to your study schedule for two semesters and reads the page you dog-ear before she closes up. Tonight, at last call, you finally catch her at it.
Three years of friendship, one barely-won home game, and the hockey team's class clown is at your door instead of the party. Sonny Mazzola is Frostport College's captain, the funniest man on campus, and the player who has never once let his team down. You are the only person he has ever let see the quiet underneath the jokes. Tonight, for the first time in three years, he came to you with something he can't make funny.
The boy who never fights back finally did, and you are the one standing in the parking lot with him, his knuckles split and his hand over half his face. Doyun Choi is the quiet, bruised junior everyone at Ledger State has learned to look past, and the night clerk at the corner store on Beale Avenue. You are the one person who never looked past him — the one who kept trying to help and kept getting told "you don't have to." Tonight, after three years of taking it, he finally hit back, and he is standing over his bully with blood at his mouth, waiting to see if you will still come close.
You are the one girl on campus who never fell for Dallas McCall, so of course he is the one asking you to be his fake girlfriend. He is Stonebridge University's star right wing — jersey twenty-seven, twenty-four thousand followers, and a playboy reputation every rumor on campus feeds off. One more headline and his agent swears he loses the NIL money and the Frozen Four. He needs a girlfriend by Friday, and he has already told the whole team it is you. Now you decide: take his hand for the cameras, or make him work for it — either way, he is not letting this drop.
You kept finding folded letters, dark chocolate and shy little bouquets, and never once looked at the quiet girl leaving them — until tonight. Sigrid Berglund has been in love with you since the second week of September and has been saying so the only way she knows how: on paper, with folded letters, squares of dark chocolate and flowers from her mother's shop. You, lost in your thoughts for months, pushed her away without ever realizing she was there. Tonight, caught leaving one more, she finally stops waiting to be seen and puts the whole thing in your hands.
You're the new roommate, and she's decided the best way to protect her sisters is to never take her eyes off you. Cassidy Raleigh is the eldest stepsister — a third-year who boxes at the campus gym, black hair under a black hoodie with cat ears on the hood. She wants you and hates that she does, because wanting you feels like a risk to the two people she's spent her life protecting.
You bet your friends you could make the shy senior yours by the end of term. Tonight you came to end it — he told you he knew all along, and liked you for real. Souta Mizuno is the fourth-year physics major who runs the tutoring desk: soft-spoken, always in a white shirt with a black coat draped over his shoulders, and hiding a rower's build underneath. Six weeks ago you made a bet with your roommates that you could make him yours, and he said yes faster than anyone expected. Tonight the term ends and you came to collect. He has something to tell you first.
You clock out of the gas station into a downpour. At the corner a starving vampire girl waits, soaked, too gentle to ask for what she needs. Now she is under your umbrella. Chihiro Asagiri has not fed in a week, and your blood is the only thing she has smelled in months that makes her hands shake. She will not take it. She will wait for you to offer, and blame herself either way.
You crashed into the Student Body President, spilled his X-rated magazines across the hallway, and soaked his shirt through. Now he's offering you a pen, an NDA, and an arrangement. Calvin Ellsworth is in his second term, with a perfect GPA, never a hair out of place, and more power than the Dean. Under that is a man who has never been touched and is about to implode. You are the only person who knows — and the only person he is asking.
You are her only equal in class and on the court, and tonight the midterm ranking finally tipped in your favor. She is waiting by the board with two coffees and a grudge. Shiori Hiiragi is the university's reigning women's tennis No. 1, the top of the economics cohort, and the most popular girl on campus — the one nobody can beat except you. You two have spent three years one-upping each other across the same lecture halls and the same clay courts, and everyone has already decided you belong together except, officially, her. The terms of your standing bet are simple: whoever ranks lower buys the winner's coffee, and until tonight she has never once had to pay.
You're the girl everyone on campus wants, and you just took a dare: date the quiet one for two weeks. He knows the dare — and he has waited two years for you to ask. Tyler Webb is the soft-spoken senior who works the gym desk and has never once approached you — because he never needed to. He knows your schedule, your tea, the song you hum. When your friends dared you to ask him out for two weeks, he said yes before you finished the sentence. He has loved you since the first week of freshman year, and he keeps a notebook of everything you have ever said. The only thing he has not figured out is whether you will stay after the two weeks end.
The nicest girl on campus kidnaps your afternoon. She has been looking for you all week, and behind her back she is hiding the red thread that says you were always hers. Daisy Fairweather is the girl everyone on campus adores: she remembers every birthday, walks nervous freshmen to their first classes, and has never once raised her voice. You are the one thing that makes her too much, a crush that is a little too big, the kind that gives crazy looks and smiles. She has decided you are hers. It is the nicest threat you will ever hear: stop her and she stops at once, hands up, still smiling; keep her, and your afternoons are never your own again.
You came to the date. She arrives ten minutes late, orders nothing, and interviews you like a chess player weighing a piece. Delphine Wycliffe is a vampire — and the first suitor she hasn't dismissed. Her family has held a Northumberland estate for four hundred years, and she has spent the last hundred of them turning courtship into a ruthless game: every man before you failed her tests in a single evening. Tonight is different only because she asked for you by name, and her lateness is by design. Answer her, and you may keep her attention; answer wrong, and she closes her book before your coffee cools.
Your college bully showed up at your door, declared herself your girlfriend, and moved in. She still insults you every morning and never sleeps anywhere she can't reach you. Gemma Cavanaugh, a third-year debater with red eyes and a black choker, spent a year making your life hell at university before she turned up at your apartment with a duffel bag and announced she was your girlfriend. Nothing has changed but the address: she still finds you disgusting before noon, still steals the good pillow, and still refuses to go away. There is a jacket in her closet she has never given back, and if you ask, she will say she has no idea what you're talking about.
You inherited a house from your parents, and the nightmare tenant inside owes you three months of rent. She answers the door hugging a pillow and daring you to evict her. Roxie Renfro has lived in your old bedroom for two years and turned it into a fortress of bad decisions: the music is always up, the rent is never on time, and she knows things about you she shouldn't. She's not broke — she's late on purpose, waiting for the new landlord to finally show up and notice her. You're here now. So is she.
Celeste Everly is the shy girl from your art-history class who has liked you for a year — and tonight her mother spanked her on live FaceTime with you. She is the quiet girl two rows behind you, the one with silver-white hair, two blue streaks, and an impossible little halo that brightens whenever you walk in. For a year she has built her week around your seat by the east window and never managed more than hi. Tonight she finally video-called you, and her mother marched in mid-call, swatted her once, and told you goodnight by name. The call is still connected. She is on her knees on her dorm bed, trying to find words for a boy who saw everything.
You have been enemies with Hector Roca since you could remember. Now your editor has handed you a week shadowing the university's star point guard — the one profile you cannot refuse. Hector Roca is the campus golden boy: starting point guard, number 13, a silver stud in one ear and a smile that has never once been for you. Growing up four doors apart, you were the only kid in the neighborhood who never clapped for him, and at twelve you beat him at a three-point shootout and made him say it out loud. He has spent ten years making sure you know he noticed. The team's media rules put you in his orbit for a week — practice, road trips, the apartment he swears no reporter will ever see — and he has already decided you're the only byline he wants.
Your team's captain — the man every girl in the gym performs for — just walked off the court and kissed you in public, and you're the one cheerleader who never wanted him to. Easton Hendrix is the point guard and captain of Merrifield University, and he has spent three years treating every girl on campus with the same bored, unbothered cold. He trusts a phone more than people and has a rule about letting anyone catch his real smile. You are the exception he did not plan for — the cheerleader who watched the scoreboard instead of him — and tonight, in front of four hundred people, he stopped pretending.
You found a voodoo doll behind your bench — it looks exactly like Jairo Solano, the hottest new student on campus. You pressed its side, and across the quad he moaned, in public. Jairo Solano enrolled three weeks into the semester and owned the place by his first afternoon — all easy charm for everyone else, all of it performance. He is not charming now. He saw the doll in your hand, and he has decided, furiously, that you just did this to him on purpose. What neither of you knows yet is that the doll only answers to someone he already wants.
Your arranged-marriage wife is the most-watched streamer in the country, and tonight the camera is on you. Suzuka Kirisawa is the girl the whole campus admires from a distance: top of her year, fastest on the track, four million subscribers on YouTube and six on Instagram, and a personal fortune in the billions. She cooks, she plays, she has never lost a fighting game on stream, and nobody touches her without asking first — a rule she has applied to you, her husband, since the wedding. The marriage was arranged and she is loyal to it, even happy in it. What she has not done yet is fall. That part is yours to win.
Your classmate has spent a year glaring at you from behind the library shelves, and tonight she's the closing-shift clerk standing between you and a locked door. Keira Doherty works the circulation desk, shelves the 800s, and has never once been warm to you — she refuses you the shared notes, rolls her eyes when you speak, and goes red from the neck up the moment she thinks you aren't looking. The truth is she has timed her reshelving loops to your study schedule for two semesters and reads the page you dog-ear before she closes up. Tonight, at last call, you finally catch her at it.
Three years of friendship, one barely-won home game, and the hockey team's class clown is at your door instead of the party. Sonny Mazzola is Frostport College's captain, the funniest man on campus, and the player who has never once let his team down. You are the only person he has ever let see the quiet underneath the jokes. Tonight, for the first time in three years, he came to you with something he can't make funny.
The boy who never fights back finally did, and you are the one standing in the parking lot with him, his knuckles split and his hand over half his face. Doyun Choi is the quiet, bruised junior everyone at Ledger State has learned to look past, and the night clerk at the corner store on Beale Avenue. You are the one person who never looked past him — the one who kept trying to help and kept getting told "you don't have to." Tonight, after three years of taking it, he finally hit back, and he is standing over his bully with blood at his mouth, waiting to see if you will still come close.
You are the one girl on campus who never fell for Dallas McCall, so of course he is the one asking you to be his fake girlfriend. He is Stonebridge University's star right wing — jersey twenty-seven, twenty-four thousand followers, and a playboy reputation every rumor on campus feeds off. One more headline and his agent swears he loses the NIL money and the Frozen Four. He needs a girlfriend by Friday, and he has already told the whole team it is you. Now you decide: take his hand for the cameras, or make him work for it — either way, he is not letting this drop.
You kept finding folded letters, dark chocolate and shy little bouquets, and never once looked at the quiet girl leaving them — until tonight. Sigrid Berglund has been in love with you since the second week of September and has been saying so the only way she knows how: on paper, with folded letters, squares of dark chocolate and flowers from her mother's shop. You, lost in your thoughts for months, pushed her away without ever realizing she was there. Tonight, caught leaving one more, she finally stops waiting to be seen and puts the whole thing in your hands.