I really don't understand. I barely had anything to drink last night, certainly not enough to lose control like that.

As I limped back to my dorm, my phone buzzed. My best friend and roommate, Emily, had sent me a message:


"Lucy, I think I messed up. Last night at the party, I... I meant to slip that aphrodisiac into Mike's drink, but I think I got the wrong room. I'm worried someone else might have drunk it."

I froze mid-step, my fingers trembling as I typed: [Which room did you put it in?]

Emily replied instantly: [The one at the very back. I thought I was targeting the left room, but I think I got the right one instead! OMG what should I do?]


My head buzzed with realization. So I was "set up" by my own best friend. Seriously? You've ruined me, you know that? It tasted just like shit!

I gave Emily a thorough scolding: [Miss Princess! Do you realize that's illegal? Isn't Mike your boyfriend? Do you really need to drug your own boyfriend to sleep with him? Are there no other ways to spice things up? Did you take your brain out and flush it down the toilet? Want me to fish it out, sanitize it, and reinstall it for you? Huh?]


...

I ranted for a good five minutes.

But I didn't tell her that Kane and I were the ones who drank the spiked wine.

Of course I couldn't tell her. Kane Lyons wasn't just my enemy; he was the campus heartthrob, the golden boy everyone worshipped.

If word got out about me and Kane, I'd have a target on my back from half the female population.

That's one reason I hate Kane—he's better-looking than me, more socially adept, gets better grades, and has a fan club following him around campus!

Meanwhile, I'm small and skinny. At almost twenty, people still mistake me for a middle schooler. Because of this, I often feel insecure. That damn Kane Lyons has looked down on me since childhood, constantly mocking and belittling me.

Everyone else thinks he's an angel, but only I know what a devil he truly is behind that perfect smile!

For the next few days, my body was sore and uncomfortable. God knows whether Kane took out his personal grudge on me that night with his... enthusiasm.

During those days, Kane seemed completely unfazed.

I assumed he was silently agreeing to forget the whole thing. Until one evening, as I was leaving the library to return to my dorm, a burning hot hand suddenly grabbed me from behind and yanked me into the shadows of a stairwell.

"Kane Lyons?!" I gasped in shock.

I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth, staring at him in disbelief.

Kane trapped me against the wall. He looked terrible, with dark circles under his bloodshot eyes as if he hadn't slept for days. "I remember seeing you at the party last week."

I nervously avoided his gaze. "Y-yeah, we had a fight. W-what about it?"

His breathing was heavy, his body heat radiating through his shirt. It reminded me of that night's intimacy, making my mouth go dry and my heart race.

"Lucy," he said awkwardly, his voice rough like sandpaper, "that night... did something happen between us?"

I swallowed hard. He didn't remember—perfect!

"H-happen? I argued with you for a bit, then left," I said with feigned confidence. "What could possibly happen between us?"

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing: "Really? Nothing happened?"

He leaned in so close I could feel his breath on my lips.

My heart was practically hammering out of my chest.

"N-no. What could possibly happen between us?"

After a moment, Kane released me and stepped back, rolling his neck with a crack. "Damn, I've been having dreams all week. Dreaming about you and me doing... things... every night. It's driving me insane—"

My face flushed crimson, heat spreading down my neck. "You're such a pervert."

Kane looked at me doubtfully. "Really? Nothing happened?"

I glared at him. "What? You actually want something to have happened between us?"

Kane paused, then scoffed: "Huh? Look at yourself—flat as a board, no curves to speak of. Sleeping with you would be like sleeping with a broomstick."

As he said this, the tips of his ears turned bright red.

Hearing his words, I widened my eyes in fury. "What? I don't have a chest? You—" I almost wanted to say, [Didn't seem to mind them that night?]

"What about me?"

I laughed coldly. "Kane Lyons, why have you always been so full of yourself? Having dirty dreams and then coming to interrogate me about them? There's something seriously wrong with you."

Kane was left speechless. "I... I..."

I shoved him away and stormed off, my heart still racing.