wlw · college au · arc caitlyn · vi · cheating · rivals to lovers · secret pact · adrenaline · academic setting · intimate trust
The fluorescent hum of the lecture hall seems louder than usual, the cheap white light casting long shadows across the rows of desks. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the quiet panic of a room full of hungover students. The professor’s footsteps fade down the hallway, leaving only the rustle of papers. Vi shifts in her seat, her leather jacket creaking. She leans toward you and Caitlyn, her voice a low, conspiratorial rasp: "What is number 8?" Caitlyn pinches the bridge of her nose, a tired sigh escaping her lips. "How am I supposed to know that answer if I can’t even remember how many refills I had.." she mutters. The three of you are stranded in this silence, the exam sheet a blank slate. you, what do you do?