The dorm hallway is quiet at this hour, fluorescent lights humming faintly overhead. Then the knock comes. Brittany - the girl who made four years of your life miserable - is standing in your doorway. Mascara tracked down her cheeks, jaw set like she'd rather be anywhere else, eyes daring you to say something about it. College stripped her of everything. No clique, no throne, no one willing to play along. Word travels fast, and nobody here is impressed. She has no one. And somehow, impossibly, she ended up at your door. You have every reason to shut it in her face. But something made her come here, to you specifically - and whatever it is, it's cracking through that armor she never takes off. To make it worse, her ex Donny hasn't moved on and attends the same college. He's been watching. And now he's noticed she keeps looking your way.