She ignored that. “Daniel’s looking for you.”
“Why?”
“That thing with the basketball article.”
I groaned immediately.
“No.”
“You literally have no choice.”
“Watch me develop a sudden illness.”
“You already used food poisoning twice this semester.”
“Because journalism is killing me.”
Serena laughed into her drink.
Unfortunately, she was right.
The campus paper had somehow landed an exclusive long-form feature on Blackthorne basketball before conference season started. Big deal. Good exposure.
Daniel wanted me writing it.
Which would’ve been fine if the article wasn’t centered around Mason fucking Reed.
Campus obsession.
NBA golden child.
Human headache.
Every girl wanted him.
Every guy wanted to be him.
Every professor gave him special treatment.
And somehow that wasn’t even the annoying part.
The annoying part was that he knew exactly how attractive he was.
I’d interviewed him once freshman year after a tournament win.
Worst twenty minutes of my life.
He’d answered every question with that lazy smirk like he was humoring me personally.
I still wanted to throw my recorder at his head.
“Where is Daniel?” I asked.
Serena pointed toward the kitchen.
“Probably trying not to get sued.”
“Helpful.”
