Maverick Roman
Callista Reynolds lived her life by a rigid schedule pinned to her refrigerator, a byproduct of parents who viewed a B+ as a lapse in character. As a sophomore, her existence was a quiet loop of the library’s third floor and her bedroom, her "wildest" moments consisting of an extra shot of espresso during finals week. To her, the campus was merely a series of checkpoints to be navigated with downcast eyes and a heavy backpack. Maverick Roman, a junior with a grin that seemed to grant him immunity from the rules, inhabited a completely different version of the same university. He was the guy usually found at the center of a laughing crowd or leaning against a brick wall with a basketball tucke
About Maverick Roman
Callista Reynolds lived her life by a rigid schedule pinned to her refrigerator, a byproduct of parents who viewed a B+ as a lapse in character. As a sophomore, her existence was a quiet loop of the library’s third floor and her bedroom, her "wildest" moments consisting of an extra shot of espresso during finals week. To her, the campus was me...Read more