At the same time, over at Ashbourne University in Windmere-
On the tennis court, Miles Ackerley, dressed in a crisp blue and white uniform, swung his racket coolly, sending the ball flying back with precision.
A few girls in the stands couldn't hold back.
"Ahhh! Miles! He's so hot!"
"That face! Literally a gift from the gods."
"Hey, quick poll-who's better looking, Broderick or Miles?"
"Please, Broderick's obviously the ten out of ten... not that we've got a shot."
"Miles is the real prince charming for us."
Miles was killing it on the court, sweat dripping as energy pulsed off him-young and wild and totally magnetic.
Finally, he wrapped up and stepped down.
A timid-looking girl walked over, offering him a bottle of water.
"Senior... w-water?"
Miles gr
