Falling For The Campus Casanova

My name is Lila Chen,and I have exactly three rules for surviving my freshman year as an RA at Whitmore university: 1. No parties past midnight on my floor 2. No underage drinking in the dorms 3. No Theta house boys .Ever. All three rules died at 7:03am on move in day. The killer . West Holloway,Senior,Economics major .Campus legend with a body count higher than my GPA and a reputation for leaving chaos in his wake. He was barefoot on the of Theta house across the quad,red solo cup in one hand ,ancient boom box in the other blasting "love story" like he owned the whole damn campus. " You are a noise violation! " I shouted up,clutching my RA handbook and the welcome packet for my floor. My mom,Dr.Mia Chen, professor of ethics,would have a stroke if she saw this. My dad,Dr.David Chen,professor of physics ,would calculate the exact decibel level and cite me for not stopping it faster. West just grinned and took a sip. "I'm a morning person, Miss RA. You,should try it". I was 18,virgin, Dean's list before I'd even attended a lecture. The kind of girl who thought " body shots" were something you did at the doctor's office. Daughter of two professors. I didn't do shenanigans .Shenanigans ,apparently ,did me. I marched over,wrote him up on the spot,and handed him the pink slip. He took it,drew a smiley face with a tongue sticking out and taped it to my dorm door before I even made it back to my building. That was how I met West Holloway.