LOGINMayaI don’t realize we left the party until we’re already in Cole’s truck.Everything after the phone call feels blurry.The music.The people.Bree asking if I was okay.Jake offering to fight my father for me.I barely remember any of it.All I really remember is Cole’s arms around me on the Sigma Two porch while I cried into his chest like my entire life wasn’t quietly falling apart.Humiliating.And somehow—He never made me feel ashamed of it.The truck is quiet except for soft music playing low through the speakers while campus lights blur past outside the windows.Cole drives with one hand on the wheel.The other resting on my thigh.Grounding me.Keeping me here.My eyes drift down to his hand.Big.Warm.Steady.And suddenly emotion rises painfully into my throat again.Because nobody has ever felt steady to me before.“You’re thinking too hard again.”His voice is soft.Gentle.I wipe quickly beneath my eyes.“Sorry.”Cole immediately looks over sharply at a stoplight.“The
ColeSomething’s wrong.I know it instantly.One second Maya is smiling at me on the Sigma Two back porch—The next all the color drains from her face.Completely.My stomach tightens immediately.“Maya.”She keeps staring at her phone silently.And suddenly every protective instinct in my body goes on high alert.“What happened?”Her throat moves slightly before she finally looks up at me.“It’s my dad.”Ah.The fear in her voice hits me hard.Because Maya never sounds scared like this unless it matters.I step closer immediately.“What’s going on?”She shakes her head quickly.“I don’t know yet.”But her fingers are trembling around the phone.And that tells me enough.The porch suddenly feels colder somehow.I gently touch her arm.“Call him.”Her eyes flick up to mine nervously.“I hate when he says something’s important.”The quiet honesty in that sentence hurts more than it should.Because nobody should sound afraid of their parent calling.“Maya.”She exhales shakily before pre
MayaMaybe I want too much from you too.The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.And the second they do—Cole looks absolutely wrecked.Like I just reached into his chest and squeezed his heart directly.The cool night air suddenly feels too thin around us.Too charged.His hand stays against my face while his eyes search mine slowly.“Maya.”The way he says my name right now?Soft.Careful.Dangerously emotional.My pulse completely loses rhythm.I should probably be panicking.Instead all I can think about is how warm his hand feels against my skin.How safe he makes me feel.How terrifyingly easy it’s become to be honest with him.Cole steps closer until there’s barely space between us.And suddenly the loud frat party behind the porch door feels miles away.“You have no idea what you’re doing to me lately,” he murmurs.Heat rushes straight through me.Because I think maybe—I do know.At least a little.My fingers lightly curl into the front of his shirt.And God.The sec
ColeI have never seen Maya drunk before.Okay technically—She’s not drunk drunk.Just tipsy enough that:* her cheeks are pink* she laughs easier* and she’s currently threatening Jake with karaoke violence.Which honestly?Is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.Jake hands her the microphone dramatically.“Ladies and gentlemen, scholarship girl herself!”“I hate you,” Maya tells him while laughing.“Sing, Bennet!”The room starts chanting immediately.“MAYA! MAYA! MAYA!”Maya looks horrified.I’m having the time of my life.She turns toward me desperately.“Cole.”Oh no.That tone is dangerous.Because apparently one pleading look from Maya now activates every protective instinct in my body.“You’ll be fine, baby.”“That’s easy for you to say! You’re not about to publicly embarrass yourself!”Jake gasps dramatically.“She underestimates your singing, Ryder.”Markus snorts into his drink.“No no. Let her keep believing in him.”The room laughs.I narrow my eyes.“You’re all
MayaI should not be this happy dancing in a crowded fraternity house.Especially not with Cole Ryder looking at me like I personally hung the moon.But here we are.The music changes again, louder and faster this time, bass vibrating through the packed Sigma Two living room while bodies move around us under dim flashing lights.And somehow—I’m having fun.Actual fun.Not overthinking.Not stressing.Not panicking about school or rumors or scholarships.Just…living.Cole’s hands settle carefully on my hips while we move together.Not possessive.Protective.And honestly?That somehow affects me more.His eyes stay on me constantly like he’s checking to make sure I’m okay in the crowd.“You’re smiling,” he says near my ear.“So are you.”“That’s because you’re dancing with me.”I roll my eyes despite the warmth spreading through my chest.“You’re arrogant.”“You like it.”Unfortunately.Very unfortunately.A laugh escapes me as the music shifts again.Cole immediately softens at the
ColeI’m absolutely fucked.That’s the only thought in my head the second I see Maya standing in the middle of Sigma Two looking nervous and beautiful enough to completely destroy my remaining self-control.Jesus Christ.Her hair is curled softly around her shoulders.The black top hugs her perfectly.And those jeans?I’m going to commit crimes over those jeans.Jake says something beside me but I genuinely don’t hear him.Because Maya’s looking at me now too.Wide-eyed.Pink-cheeked.Like she suddenly realizes I’m staring.Which—yeah.I absolutely am.I start walking toward her before my brain even catches up.The crowded room parts automatically because apparently I’ve lost the ability to function normally around this girl.Maya swallows visibly as I stop in front of her.For a second neither of us say anything.Then finally I manage:“Baby.”Her cheeks immediately turn bright red.Fuck.That’s cute.“You can’t look at me like that in public,” she whispers.I blink once.“Like what
Maya The hockey team winning tonight apparently means my house is now the unofficial after-party location. Which I definitely did not sign up for. Yet here we are. Ten hockey players currently occupy my living room, loudly arguing about the game while drinking beer like they just survived a war
Maya The next few days after the incident with Tessa were… strange. Before all of that happened, the football guys next door mostly just waved if they saw me outside. Now? Now it’s: “Hey Maya.” “How was your day, Maya?” “You doing okay, Maya?” It’s sweet. But also a little weird.
MayaI should probably stop staring.But it’s hard not to.Because Cole Ryder and Logan Hayes are standing in the same room.And neither of them looks like they’re leaving anytime soon.The hockey players are still arguing about the game in the living room.The football guys have made themselves co
ColeI’m leaning against the railing on our porch when the front door of Maya’s house opens.Light spills out across the yard.A second later, Maya Bennet steps outside.She pulls the door shut behind her and stands there for a moment on the porch like she just needed air.Her shoulders rise and fa







