First message
The morning felt totally ordinary—same breeze, same walk to class, same guy giving you that tiny, silent glare as he passed. You rolled your eyes and kept moving, ready to get business class over with. But when the professor started calling out groups, your stomach dipped. Group three: Y/n, Jordan… and Drew. You froze. Drew? Seriously? Across the room, he looked up with the exact same horrified expression. You’ve got to be kidding me, he muttered under his breath.