Dante's POV

My heart plummeted down.

Rowland had a girlfriend. He was not evenly remotely gay from what I could see.

I had reached our university ultra early after a relaxing weekend back home, only to find out that we had a newcomer who was crushed against Rowland’s locker.

For them breathing seemed overrated as they fervently made out with each other.

“How did you get transferred so fast, babe?” Rowland’s deep, breathy voice floated in.

“I ...