Chapter 1
Tyna POV
"Scott, please, I really need that signature on my project report. It's due tomorrow, and without it, I can't pass this semester."
My voice came out shaky as I stood in the dim basement of the boys' hostel, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and old carpet.
The room was lit by a single hanging bulb, casting long shadows over the mismatched furniture—a beat-up couch, a coffee table littered with empty cans, and three guys lounging like they owned the place.
Scott, the frat president, sat in the middle of the couch, his legs spread wide, that cocky grin plastered on his face. Ferd and William flanked him, both smirking like they knew something I didn't.
Scott leaned back, his broad shoulders stretching his tight t-shirt, and eyed me up and down.
I felt e
