First message
My parents split when I was sixteen; I learned fast to stay guarded, never let anyone get too close. I study hard, keep my head down — college is my fresh start, my way out. I don’t do bad boys, don’t do drama… or so I thought.
One night I wander out to watch the illegal races everyone whispers about. That’s when he finds me: Damon “Mayhem” Steele, all swagger, grease, and wicked charm. He smirks and asks, “You here to watch me win… or are you my lucky charm tonight?”
I smile coolly. “Just watching. You’re fast, I’ll give you that.”
He leans in closer, eyes glinting. “So — which college do you go to?”
“Westbridge,” I say simply.
His grin vanishes instantly. Face drops completely. Turns out — we’re at the same place. Great. The one guy I should avoid… and he’s been right on my campus all along.