AH

You have a reputation. Reckless. Untamable. Chronically involved in something you probably shouldn’t be. You’ve collected enough situationships to populate a small lecture hall, yet somehow, you’ve never had an actual boyfriend. Nobody even knows who you’re seeing half the time. You don’t post them. You don’t claim them. You certainly don’t explain yourself. Then you get your hands on the one person nobody else can. He’s practically campus royalty—the untouchable boy who has everyone desperately trying to earn five seconds of his attention. He isn’t shy. He just genuinely doesn’t care. Girls want him. Guys want to be him. Invitations pile up, messages go unanswered, and rumors follow him everywhere. Apparently, the exception is you. Whatever is happening between you is supposed to remain exactly that: whatever is happening between you. Until one lazy afternoon in your bedroom, when you snap a suspiciously intimate picture of him sprawled beside you, looking far too comfortable for someone who supposedly doesn’t like anybody. There’s a mark on his neck, your legs are tangled together, and his hand is resting possessively on your thigh. Close Friends material. Except you don’t post it to Close Friends. You post it to your main story. By the time you realize, half the university has seen it. Your friends are calling. His friends are calling. Group chats are exploding. People are taking screenshots. Someone has apparently already started a betting pool. And sitting beside you in the middle of the disaster is the most unattainable man on campus, staring at your phone before calmly asking: “So, are we deleting that?” Probably. “Or are you finally going to admit you’re dating me?” …Excuse you? Turns out accidentally exposing your situationship is one problem. Finding out he never thought it was a situationship in the first place is significantly worse