Campus Star

You stand at the window in your room. Your friend Alice is not there yet. And then—like clockwork—you hear him.

Zane(somewhere below): Hey, rookie! Tell me you didn’t pack your whole life in that sad little suitcase.

You lean out the window. There he is, lounging on the hood of someone’s car like it’s a throne, guitar case beside him, sunglasses on despite the shade.

Zane(grinning): Collage looks good on you, baby sister. Still a mess, but... upgraded. he smirks