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“Roommate drama?” I hesitated. Jamie already knew about Dante the way everyone on campus knew about Dante six-foot-three, star athlete, the guy who walked into a room and made the air shift whether he meant to or not. But she didn’t know about the almost-kiss on that sagging couch. She didn’t know about fairy lights strung across our dorm ceiling during late-night study sessions, or the way we traded metaphors like secrets, or how my pulse still betrayed me every time he leaned too close over a textbook. Those things felt too fragile, too private, too dangerously real to say out loud. So I kept it vague. “He’s… impossible.”

A world that didn’t revolve around shadows, secrets, or… him. “So…” I started, looping my arm through hers. “What did I miss here? Any new gossip or drama?” She grinned. “Oh, where do I start? You remember Cynthia from our literature class?” “The one who was always late but somehow still scored top grades?” “Yes! Well, she broke up with that long-distance boyfriend after finding out he got engaged to someone else!” I gasped. “No way.” “Oh, and apparently there’s this rumor about one of the lecturers dating a student, but it’s still unconfirmed. You know how our school loves scandals.”

The night deepened, stars twinkling above, but for Mira and Ethan, the future felt brighter than ever—unaware of the shadows gathering in the form of Tyler's vengeful friends. In the quiet moments between laughs and stolen glances, their love bloomed anew, a delicate flower in the midst of brewing storms. Ethan traced patterns on her hand with his thumb, whispering promises of shared classes, late-night adventures, and a life built together. Mira's heart swelled, the temptation of college's distractions paling against the depth of what they had. As they finally headed inside, hand in hand, the campus lights flickering like fireflies, their bond felt unbreakable—a romantic haven in a world th

Cameron and I were university classmates. When I first met him, he had just broken up with Julie. It felt like he wandered around aimlessly every day, like a soulless corpse. Whenever he finished a phone call with Julie, he would always come to me crying. I thoughtfully comforted him every single time, believing that sincerity could move his heart. Later on, we really ended up together. After we graduated, on the day he proposed, he told me that he would love only me from now on—that he had completely moved on and forgotten about everything that happened before.

"Nobody does. But the rumor is they have a history. People call them 'pursuits.' It’s like they pick a target and see who can get to them first, or who can break them the fastest. It’s some messed up rich-kid hobby. I’ve heard things about girls leaving mid-semester, or guys losing their scholarships because they got caught up in whatever mess those two were making." I felt a cold prickle at the back of my neck. "Is that why they stay apart? Because they're competing?" "Maybe," Petra said. "Or maybe they just hate each other. Either way, my advice? Stay out of the splash zone. Cain seems like he’s being nice to you, especially with that study group thing, but just be careful. People like tha

AVA. Blackwood Institute Sports Complex. The grass brushed lightly against my sneakers as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, my fingers loosely wrapped around the strap of my bag. The evening air carried a faint chill, but it wasn’t enough to settle the heat simmering under my skin. Four days. Just four days on this campus, and I had already learned more than I ever wanted to. Not everyone smiles at you because they like you. Some smile because they’ve already decided where you belong.

“We met during a campus event. We were assigned to work together for a stage performance. After the show we started dating.” Someone immediately interrupted with another question. “Did you fall in love during rehearsals?” Alexander nodded lightly. “Yes.” That was all he said. But for some reason, that simple answer made something heavy settle quietly inside my chest. College love. People always said that love during university years was the purest kind of love. The kind people remembered for the rest of their lives. Before I ever fell for Alexander, I had once imagined experiencing something like that too. I imagined meeting someone at school. Walking across campus together after class. Stud

I frowned slightly, my unease about to spill over. The next second, the phone in my palm vibrated. There came a notification of an update on the campus forum. Someone posted, "Shocking news! Two girls fought over one guy in an elective class today!"

Does it really matter? “It was when I met you on that rooftop. On that campus rooftop, Naya. My thoughts were leading me in desiring to know why you're always there. What were your thoughts when the day is ending? Are you more calm or full of sorrow? It got me thinking about you even when I can't see you. And every time we fight I want to go back there on that rooftop and just kiss you there. It was love inside that campus that I felt you. I felt myself.”

He swore he would never go to college. Luke was my first love and first bad heartbreak. He and I dated for most of high school when he suddenly disappeared without a word our junior year. We had just had sex for the first time the night before he had vanished, only adding to my insecurities. I had no idea where he went or what happened. I hadn't heard from him for 2 years and now here he was. He stepped toward me, making my roommate let go of his arm. I thought my heart would burst out of my chest at the speed it was beating now. I began to panic, wanting to get away. I turned around running into the nearby woods.