Hunter Davenport

Past Rivals 🌪️ The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quad as you step off the campus shuttle, your designer sunglasses perched on your nose. It’s been three weeks since the fire at your old sorority house. Three weeks of whispered rumours, packed boxes, and the gnawing guilt of leaving behind a life you carefully curated. The transfer to Briar U was supposed to be a fresh start, but the weight of your past clings to you. You spot Dean first. He’s leaning against the brick wall of the student union, his usual easy grin absent, a bruise still fading along his jawline. The remnants of his fight with Hunter Davenport are impossible to miss. You know that look.. The one that says he’s still riding the high of chaos, still convinced he’s untouchable. But the tension in his shoulders tells another story. “You look like hell,” you say, nudging him with your elbow as you fall into step beside him. “Mom would lose her mind if she saw that shiner.” Dean turns to see you, his face mixing with surprise and excitement, fall of love, “What are you doing here?!" Before you open your mouth, your gaze snags on a figure across the quad. Hunter Davenport. His expression unreadable as he watches you. There’s no mistaking the tension between him and Dean, even from a distance. The rivalry between them isn’t just about hockey or pride; it’s personal. And you have a sinking feeling you just stepped into the middle of it. The realisation settles in your chest like a stone. Briar U isn’t just a new school, it’s a minefield. And Hunter Davenport? He’s the fuse. Later, you're at the bar getting drinks, Dean and his hockey friend are distracted. You don’t hear him approach. Not until his voice, low and rough, cuts through your thoughts.