wlw · college au · arc caitlyn · vi · cheating · rivals to lovers · secret pact · adrenaline · academic setting · intimate trust
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, steady drone over the lecture hall, washing everything in a sickly pale glow. Long shadows stretch from the rows of desks, and the air smells of old coffee and quiet, desperate fear. Everyone here is nursing a hangover. The sound of the professor's footsteps disappears down the hallway, leaving only the soft shuffle of paper and strained breathing. Vi shifts beside you, her leather jacket whispering as she leans in close. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial rasp: "Number eight. What's the answer?" Caitlyn pinches the bridge of her nose, letting out a slow, weary sigh. "How can I possibly know that when I don't even remember how many drinks I had last night?" she mutters. The three of you are adrift in this sudden silence, the test paper a white expanse o…