When freshman Sophia Honey moves into Northridge University, the last person she expects as her roommate is Theo Gray-her brother's best friend, a star hockey player, and her childhood nemesis. Little did she know, everything was about to change fas...
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S O P H I A H O N E Y
"YOU GUYS HUNGRY?"
Blair asks as we wrap up the day and head toward her car. Classes weren’t as exhausting as I’d expected. Aside from the minor annoyance of standing in line for registration and getting our student IDs, everything else had gone pretty smoothly.
“I could eat,” Alex says, sliding into the front seat. She glances back at me, still standing outside. "Are you not coming?"
I shake my head. "Nope. I haven’t figured out a theme for my project yet, and I’m in the mood for a homemade meal."
Blair groans dramatically, leaning back against her seat. "You’re so lucky you can cook. Meanwhile, I’m out here struggling to boil water without setting off the smoke alarm." She sighs, shaking her like it's a personal trademark then tilts her head toward me. "Fine, get in. I’ll drop you off at Theo’s place, but you’ll have to direct me."
"Sure." I let out a small sigh of relief—she’d offered without me even needing to ask. Climbing into the backseat, I slide across the leather, only to feel something hard pressing into me. Confused, I reach down and pull out a strange, curved object. It’s… plastic, vaguely banana-shaped but too oddly proportioned to be one.
"Um.... Blair?" I call hesitantly.
"Yeah?" she replies, adjusting the rearview mirror.
I tilt my head, inspecting the thing in my hand. "Why do you have a plastic banana back here?"
"A plastic banana?" Blair’s brows furrow as she twists around to look. The moment her eyes land on it, she bursts into laughter. "Where did you even find that?!"
"Under me,” I deadpan. "I sat down and felt something hard—"
"Stop! You did not just say that," Alex interrupts, laughing so hard she’s practically gasping for air.
“Put that away, Sophie!” she wheezes, trying to catch her breath. “Blair, I can’t believe you keep that in here!”
Blair shrugs nonchalantly. “You never know when you might need it.” Then, turning to me with a smirk, she adds, “Seriously, Sophie, how do you not know what that is? Let your mind wander—get dirty with it.”
Her words hit like a bolt of lightning. My eyes widen in horror as realization dawns. "What the fuck!" I shriek, throwing the object onto the floor like it’s radioactive. Frantically, I rub my hands on my jeans, trying to rid myself of the mental image now seared into my brain.
Blair and Alex are in hysterics, doubled over in their seats. My irritation grows as Blair manages to choke out, "Relax! I just bought it yesterday, and no, I haven’t used it… yet." She winks at me before turning her attention back to the road.
