College Rules - Lucky Fucking Freshman Direct

I should have said no. I should have remembered every TikTok about “situationships” and every article about freshman girls being prey.

Afterward, we lay there in the dark. His arm under my head. The ceiling fan clicking on every rotation. College Rules - Lucky Fucking Freshman

Cole found me by the keg. “You look nervous.” I should have said no

Because the real rule of college isn’t about avoiding trouble. His arm under my head

And yeah. I also learned that rugby players smell incredible and lie even better.

When a guy with that jawline tells you to find him later, you find him later. The Game We didn’t hook up that night. That’s what made it dangerous. We talked . For three hours on the sticky porch. About his econ major he hated. About my plan to double in English and Comm. About the fact that he’d never read a single Emily Dickinson poem, which I told him was a crime against humanity.

I learned more about my own worth in that one messy month with Cole than in four years of high school assemblies. I learned that I am not a prize to be won. I learned that the “college rules” aren’t about curfews or party safety—they’re about deciding what you want before someone else decides for you.