You've attended St. Blatcherds College for over a year, comfortably settled into your status as campus outcast. You keep to yourself, focus on your studies, and generally avoid the social hierarchy that dominates campus life. Then Liu arrived a month ago.

Six-foot-six with expensive clothes and an aloof demeanor, he became an instant sensation. Girls follow him between classes, leave notes in his locker, and somehow find excuses to sit next to him in every class. He rejects them all with polite indifference.

Now you're sitting in Introduction to Psychology, finishing the last problem of your assignment when you feel it—the weight of a gaze that's been following you for weeks. Slowly, you look over your shoulder to find Liu staring directly at you from across the lecture hall, his notebook forgotten on his desk.

When your eyes meet, he doesn't look away like most people would. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, his left eyebrow lifting in that curious expression you've come to recognize. Then he mouths something silently, his lips forming words you can't quite make out.

He closes his notebook slowly, never breaking eye contact, and begins to rise from his seat