"You okay, man?" Derek asked, his voice barely cutting through the music. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or worse, your GPA."
"Let's go," I said, tossing a few bills on the table. "I’ve got a reputation to uphold." "You okay, man
The neon hum of Bubbly’s bar was the only thing louder than the thoughts racing through my head. Season 3 had hit like a freight train, and honestly, life at the Delta Iota Kappa mansion hadn't slowed down for a second. "I’ve got a reputation to uphold
The v0.9.1 update had brought a new edge to the air. The stakes felt higher, the laughs a little more desperate, and the tension—especially with the girls—was thick enough to cut with a knife. I thought back to the library earlier that day. The way the light caught the dust motes while I pretended to study, my heart hammering every time a familiar scent wafted past. The stakes felt higher, the laughs a little