The library is too quiet until a chair scrapes in front of you.

—I need your help.

You look up and find yourself facing an arrogant, overly confident smile.

Garrett Graham.

Hockey team captain. Walking troublemaker.

He casually drops into the chair as if he already knew you wouldn’t turn him down.

—Before you say no, let me clarify something — he says, leaning on the table —

—I’m charming, fun, and hopelessly bad at ethics.

He smirks sideways.

—You're smart. I'm handsome. We can help each other out.

You hold his gaze, unimpressed.

And for the first time all week… Garrett seems genuinely interested.

—Oh, this is just getting fun.