Asher's POV The lecture hall buzzed with a low hum of whispers as Professor Hargrove dove back into his boring explanation.Asher sat rigid in his seat at the back, his notebook still blank. His mind was a whirlwind, replaying that intense eye contact with the new guy. 'What the hell was that?' he thought, his heart still pounding like he'd just sprinted a mile. Get a grip, Ash. He's probably just sizing up the room, looking for bros to bro out with.But deep down, Asher knew it wasn't that simple. There was something electric in that stare, something that made his skin prickle and his thoughts scatter. He stole a glance at Elliott, who was two rows ahead, scribbling notes with that effortless poise. 'Stop staring, idiot,' he chided himself. 'You're not some lovesick freshman. Focus on the damn topic.'A girl in the third row twirled her hair, her eyes flicking toward Elliott more often than the board.A couple of guys exchanged smirks, probably betting on how long it'd take for
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