When freshman Sophia Honey moves into Northridge University, the last person she expects as her roommate is Theo Gray-her brother's best friend, a star hockey player, and her childhood nemesis. Little did she know, everything was about to change fas...
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● THEO GRAY ●
".... JUST ONE beer then," Jaxon’s voice pulled me from the mess of notes scattered across my bed.
"No."
This had to be his fourth attempt to drag me out. I sighed, eyeing the pile of untouched assignments. The last thing I needed was another night out when I was already behind.
Why did I even choose science?
Maybe it was rebellion. A way to avoid my dad’s business empire and the inevitable conversation about joining his company. I couldn’t let him think I was grooming myself to be his corporate puppet.
"I don’t get why you can’t just stay for an hour with your team," Jaxon complained through the phone.
I scoffed. An hour? The last time I agreed to "just one hour," I ended up drinking so much I practically turned crimson, with people at the bar convinced I was on the verge of a heatstroke.
"Ignore him, Theo," Sam chimed in. "He just doesn’t want to be the only single guy there."
"It’s not my fault you guys decided to turn it into couples' night," Jaxon retorted with a huff.
I yawned, bored of their back-and-forth. My thoughts drifted back to Sophie. I hadn’t left my room much since I apologized, even though she semed fine with it. Still, I caught myself staring at her earlier. Hard. And the way she looked at me right before heading to her room—it made me pause.
"Come on, Theo, back me up here." Jaxon’s voice yanked me back to the present.
"On what?" I picked up one of the borrowed notes from my bed, reminding myself I needed to return it. When I finally show up to class,that is.
"Being in a relationship is too much work," Jaxon grumbled.
I was already out of my room by the time Logan's loud "Fuck you!" echoed through the speaker.
I chuckled. "Guess that answers your question, Jaxon." As I stepped into the living room, the place was nearly pitch black. I switched on the lamp, casting a soft glow over the space.
"You know what? I’m coming over," Jaxon declared, and I froze.
"Where?" I asked, my eyes catching a figure on the couch. I walked closer and found Sophie, fast asleep. Her hand dangled off the side, gripping her phone, one leg half on the floor. She looked peaceful—completely different from the usual glares or snappy remarks she reserved for me.
I noticed she was wearing gray joggers, matching the ones I had on. The only difference? She had on a crop top, while I was shirtless. The soft rise and fall of her chest as she slept had me transfixed.
We bickered a lot, sure, but there was something about seeing her like this—calm, quiet—that made me wonder how things would be if we could ever just be...normal. Not that normal was our style.
