My Campus Kings And I

CHAPTER TWO: Drew's POV“Hi, Little Blue.” Man, I loved the way that sounded. His reaction was better than I expected.The way he just froze, eyes wide, and that little puff of air leaving his lips—it was almost too good. He looked absolutely petrified, and the shade of blue on his cheeks intensified just for a second before he snapped out of it.He didn't stick around. He just jerked back and bolted, a total flight response. I watched him tear around the corner of the administration building, a blur of nervous energy. He was definitely one of the new transfers; they always looked lost and stressed. But this one? This one was something else.I felt a hard and satisfying grin stretch across my face. It wasn't mean; it was just… delightful. That kind of instant, purely physical mortification was fascinating to watch.“You still staring at that wall, man?” Travis, my best friend since fifth grade, clapped a hand hard on my shoulder, breaking my little moment of fascination. He didn’

CHAPTER FOURDrake's POVThe leather on the boardroom chair was cold and stiff, just like the atmosphere in the room. I hate these meetings. I hate the stale smell of expensive coffee and the way my three older brothers—Ethan, Logan, and Rhys—sit there, stiff in their tailored suits. They are trying desperately to sound like they inherited Dad’s business mind instead of just his bank account.I slouched slightly, wishing I was back in the lab dealing with thermodynamic equations. That made sense. This mess, the family bike club empire, was purely emotional and egotistical, and right now, it was drowning.“The sales data for the last quarter is abysmal, Dad. We keep focusing on vintage restoration, but the market is moving toward bespoke performance modifications,” Ethan stated, his voice condescending. He looked at the sheet of figures like they were abstract art.My best friend, Gina, who was sitting next to me—because she’s literally stuck to me most of the time, thank God—snorted