t, and li

. I threw myself into school, making sure my grades were perfect. I joined a few clubs, went out with friends more often, and did everything I could to keep my mind occupied. It worked... sort of. The days blurred together, and soon, months turned into a year, then two.

one place to another, the crisp scent of fresh possibilities in the air, it was overwhelming but exciting. This

rough the hallways of my assigned dorm. Room 207. My new home for the next few years. I hesitated for a second before pushing the door open. The sight before me made me smile. One girl was sprawled acro

n. "Oh, you must be Ava," she said, swinging her legs off the

ing to me with an exaggeratedly dramatic sigh. "She's

itcase further into the ro

were just debating whether it's possible to sur

their dynamic. "Well, that depends. Do w

hter, the tension melt

amatically. "If I flunk out of school,

t'll be because you're too busy plann

"Excuse you, but fashion is an art. And in ca

. It had only been a few minutes, but I could a

night, but the overwhelming size of the campus made navigation much trickier in daylight. Groups of students chatted animatedly, others rushed past in a hurry, and som

as

a wall. Even with how mad I was, I couldn't help but notice how striking he was. His dark, tousled hair fell perfectly over his forehead, framing a face that was both rugged and refined. His warm brown eyes, steady and clear like a calm lake, held an almost magnetic allure, drawing me in despite th

own to pick up the books that had scattered

e impact. "Maybe if you weren't walking like

ing slightly. He had an air of co

books. "Not my fault you w

the books from his

walked away, feeling his gaze still

ding was. By the time I got back to my dorm, I was exhausted. Favour and Gift were lounging on their b

ay?" Favour asked, rol

kicking off my shoes a

on her elbows. "Any cu

n into one, but

d. "That's ho

low at her. "

ged knowing looks,

worry about than some

at's what I