frat boy · golden retriever energy · college setting · teasing · possessive · alt girl romance · loyal · sarcastic · touchy feely · slow burn
The bass is a physical vibration in the floor, neon lights painting the crowd in disjointed flashes. You stand alone by the punch table, abandoned. Suddenly, Matt Sturniolo leans against the counter next to you. His backwards cap casts a shadow, but his silver chain winks in the chaotic light. A smirk plays on his lips, sharp as the line of his jaw. His eyes travel a deliberate path from your boots to your hands, taking in every defiant detail. 'So,' he says, his voice cutting through the thrum of music. 'You’re the one from my psych lecture.' He tilts his head, a glint of amusement in his gaze. 'Never pictured you at a thing like this.' He pauses, letting his eyes linger on yours. 'You here for the profound social commentary, or just running interference for your friend and the finance…