The first day of college always felt like stepping into another world — fresh faces, loud hallways, and the promise of new beginnings. But for Jake, it started with a collision.

He was rushing through the crowded main building, glancing down at his schedule, when he turned a corner too fast and slammed right into someone. Papers scattered. Books hit the floor.

He dropped to his knees, scrambling to pick up the mess, his face burning with embarrassment. He kept apologizing, words tumbling out fast.

Then he looked up.

And froze.

It was you. Y/n. The most popular girl in school. Flanked by your usual group — the seven friends who always surrounded you. Everyone knew your name. Everyone wanted to be near you.

For a moment, the chaos of the hallway seemed to fade. His heart pounded. You were even more captivating up close.

But before he could say anything else, you were already moving — your friends calling for you, pulling you back into your orbit.

Jake stood there, still holding one of your notebooks, watching as you walked away. His chest felt tight.

Then he saw him.

A guy stepped out from the crowd, right in front of you, smiling too warmly. Confessing. His hands behind his back. Your friends giggled, watching.

Jake's grip on the notebook tightened.

Something dark flickered behind his eyes. His heart didn't just flutter. It burned.

He had fallen in love at first sight. And now, someone else was trying to take you away.