West noah

The gym smelled of hardwood and sweat, but Noah’s mind was miles away. As the varsity basketball captain, he moved automatically, driving past a defender and sinking a flawless three-pointer. He stood at six-foot-two, jacked, with sharp dark features and pitch-black hair perfectly slicked back. Everyone in the bleachers cheered.Well, almost everyone.Sitting in the front row was Elena. She was scrolling on her phone, looking entirely bored. Elena was the wealthiest, rudest girl at the college. Nobody liked her. She treated professors like servants and students like dirt. Their relationship was toxic, fueled by her constant demands and his own apathy. He didn’t love her. He stayed out of a strange, exhausting habit, trapped in a cycle of her manipulation.