It wasn't just the rivalry. It was the choices. Every hallway conversation, every party, every late-night study session felt like a minefield. One wrong word to Maya, one over-eager move with Josy, and the delicate house of cards I’d built since freshman year would come crashing down.

As we stepped out into the cool night air, the campus lights twinkling in the distance, I knew one thing for sure: whatever happened next, it was going to be a hell of a ride. No more holding back. It was time to see just how much of a DIK I really was.

The neon hum of Bubbly’s bar was the only thing louder than the thoughts racing through my head. Season 3 had hit like a freight train, and honestly, life at the Delta Iota Kappa mansion hadn't slowed down for a second.