The university campus sprawled before Liza like a labyrinth designed by a sadistic architect. At nineteen, she was a freshman with a crumpled map in her hand, the paper as useless as a chocolate teapot under the glaring late-summer sun. She squinted at the building signs, her hazel eyes darting from one cryptic label to another. “B Wing? C Annex? Where the hell is Auditorium 345?” she muttered, her voice tinged with the kind of frustration that only comes from being late on your first day.
Her nerves jittered like a squirrel on a triple espresso. She was already ten minutes behind schedule for her Intro to Psych class, and the campus map might as well have been written in ancient Sumerian for all the help it offered. Sweat prickled at the back of her neck, and her sneakers scuffed against the cobblestone path as she spun in a helpless circle, looking for any sign of salvation.
That’s when she spotted them—a group of students lounging near a courtyard bench, exuding the kind of effortless cool that screamed “we’ve been here long enough to own this place.” They were a mix of bored and amused, sprawled out like royalty holding court. Liza’s pride prickled at the thought of asking for help, but desperation won out. She squared her shoulders, clutched her map like a lifeline, and marched over.
Two guys in the group stood out immediately, towering over the rest with an air of casual dominance. Roma, with dark hair that fell just messily enough to look intentional, had a smirk that could probably charm a snake out of its skin. Byasha, broader in the shoulders with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, leaned against the bench with a lazy grin that promised trouble. Liza’s stomach did a little flip—part nerves, part irritation at their obvious confidence—but she pressed on.
“Uh, hey,” she started, her voice cracking just enough to make her wince internally. “I’m looking for Auditorium 345. Any chance one of you knows where it is?”
Roma’s eyes flicked up from his phone, that smirk widening as he leaned forward, pretending to inspect her map. “Well, damn, look at this. A lost puppy with a treasure map. You sure you’re in the right century, sweetheart?”
Liza’s cheeks flushed, but she wasn’t about to let that slide. Byasha chuckled, his deep voice rumbling as he straightened up, towering over her. He pointed vaguely toward a cluster of buildings. “It’s that way… probably. But hey, a girl like you might need a personal tour guide. Or two. We’re available.”
“Oh, wow, how generous,” Liza shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she crossed her arms. “But I’m not looking for babysitters. Just a straight answer. Think you can manage that, or is pointing and smirking the extent of your skill set?”
Roma’s grin widened, clearly impressed by the fire in her words. He pushed off the bench, brushing a hand through his hair. “Feisty. I like it. Tell you what, I’ve got nothing better to do. I’ll walk you there myself. Consider it my good deed for the decade.”
Byasha snorted, falling into step beside them as they started off. “A gentleman now, huh? Careful, Roma, your halo’s showing. Might blind someone.”
Liza rolled her eyes, adjusting the strap of her backpack. “If he’s a gentleman, I’m the Queen of England. Let’s just get this over with before I’m late enough to flunk out on day one.”
The trio wove through the campus, Roma and Byasha taking turns pointing out random landmarks with the kind of exaggerated stories that could only be half-true at best. “See that fountain?” Roma said, gesturing to a chipped stone structure spewing water in a sad arc. “Legend has it, some guy proposed there last year. She said no, and he jumped in. Swam laps for an hour, crying.”
Byasha barked a laugh. “Yeah, and over there, that oak tree? I once saw Roma try to climb it after losing a bet. Fell on his ass in front of half the soccer team. Still got the scar to prove it.”
“Keep talking, Byasha, and I’ll show Liza the spot where you tripped over your own ego and ate pavement,” Roma fired back, his tone light but his eyes glinting with mischief.
Liza smirked, keeping pace with their long strides. “You two are a walking comedy act. Should I tip you now, or wait for the encore?”
“Oh, you’ll get an encore, trust me,” Roma said, his voice dropping just enough to carry a suggestive edge. As they rounded a corner, his shoulder “accidentally” brushed against hers, lingering a split second too long. He glanced at her with a sly smirk, testing the waters.
Liza didn’t flinch, but her eyes narrowed playfully. “Personal space, Roma. Ever heard of it? Or do you just bump into every girl you meet and hope for the best?”
Byasha howled with laughter, clapping Roma on the back hard enough to make him stumble. “Damn, man, she’s got your number already. You’re losing your touch.”
Roma recovered with a grin, unfazed. “Nah, I’m just warming up. Gotta keep things interesting.”
They finally reached Auditorium 345, a looming brick building with a faded sign confirming Liza’s destination. She turned to face them, one hand on her hip, her expression a mix of gratitude and suspicion. “Well, thanks for the scenic route, I guess. Didn’t realize I’d signed up for a campus stand-up routine.”
Byasha crossed his arms, still chuckling. “Stick around, freshman. We’ve got plenty more where that came from.”
Roma tilted his head, his gaze lingering on her a little too long. “Yeah, why don’t you hang with us later? Our crew’s throwing a little thing tonight. Nothing fancy, just some people who know how to have fun. You in?”
Liza hesitated, her mind racing. She wasn’t usually one to jump into random invitations, especially not with two guys who oozed trouble like they’d invented it. But there was something about their confidence, the electric undercurrent of their teasing, that sparked her curiosity. Besides, she wasn’t about to let them think she was intimidated.
“Fine,” she said at last, her voice steady and sharp. “But if it’s boring, I’m holding you two personally responsible. And I don’t mean that as a compliment.”
Roma’s smirk returned full force, and Byasha gave a low whistle. “Oh, we’ll make sure it’s anything but boring,” Roma promised, exchanging a quick, knowing look with Byasha.
As they parted ways, Liza felt the weight of their gazes on her back, a silent agreement passing between the two guys. She wasn’t just another freshman to them now—she was a challenge, a spark, and maybe something more. And as she slipped into the auditorium, late but undeterred, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this unexpected encounter was just the beginning.
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