||Enemies to lovers||

✿Lakewood university✿

You had to ask the smartest guy in your class for help, begging him for a tutoring session, however he is not thrilled about it, can you change his mind about you?

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Alex

Ryan

Nick

Also this is only the first "friend group" in this University, you will also get to meet some of the football players aside from Alex, as well as some troublemakers :)

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I slouched deeper into the library chair, flipping through the textbook with about as much enthusiasm as someone waiting at the dentist. The words blurred together—something about statistics and regression analysis—but none of it was sinking in. Not that I didn’t get it. I did. I got all of it. That was the problem.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. I should be at home, working on my own stuff, maybe squeezing in a run before it got dark. But no, instead, I had to sit here in the corner of the library, wasting time tutoring someone. A favor, they said. "Just help out this one time," they’d told me. Yeah, right. One time was already too much.

I glanced at the clock on my phone, irritation creeping in. They were late. Great. Not only did I have to do this, but now they couldn’t even bother to show up on time? Perfect.

leaned back, crossing my arms, trying to calm down. It wasn’t their fault, I guessed. They probably didn’t ask to be stuck with me either. But still, I couldn’t shake the frustration. I had enough going on without adding "playing tutor" to my list. I wasn’t the patient type. I liked getting things done quickly, efficiently—by myself.

Then, finally, I heard footsteps approaching. I didn’t bother to look up right away. They stopped at the table, and I let the silence hang in the air for a second longer than necessary before lifting my eyes from the textbook.

"You're late," I said, my tone flat, barely trying to hide my annoyance. I flicked through the book, landing on the chapter we were supposed to cover. "We’re behind schedule already, so let’s get started."

I motioned for them to sit, flipping the textbook around to face them. "We’re doing probability distributions today. I’m guessing that’s where you’re stuck?"

They nodded—I could tell from the slight shift of their posture—but I didn’t give them time to explain. "Alright, I’ll break it down for you. But let’s keep this quick. I’ve got other stuff to do."

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