Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
I shoved him back. “She has a boyfriend, and she’s my only friend. You shut that shit down real quick, you hear me? Real fucking quick.”
“Okay, okay.” His eyes turned sober, and his grin finally fell away. “But guys are going to want to know why I’m defending this girl. It’d be easier if I made it known that it was because she’s friends with my sister. And speaking of you, I don’t want you hooking up with any of my friends.”
“Not going to be a problem.”
No hot guys—rule number one.
“Hey.” I remembered the bone I needed to pick with him. “You told Shay Coleman I’m your sister.”
His eyes lit up. “Yeah, I did. That guy’s awesome.”
“Why did you do that?”
He snorted, rocking back on his heels and putting his hands in his pockets. “Are you kidding me? You were my golden ticket to introduce myself to him. I heard him and a bunch of other players took political science this semester. I asked if a chick who looked like my female twin was in his class.” He smirked. “He knew right away who you were.”
“You told him I had a chip on my shoulder.”
“You do.”
“You don’t have to tell people that.”
His mouth curved up into a wicked grin. “Are you joking? That’s the quickest way to explain who you are to guys. Girls don’t get it, but guys do.”
I hit him in the shoulder. He was part of the reason that chip was there.
“Don’t talk about me anymore.”
“Why? If anything, I’m doing you a favor. Coleman seemed interested in who you were.”
I suppressed another shiver, but this one was from disgust. “You’re not doing me any favors. I don’t want to know Shay Coleman like that.”
“Did I say I was doing you a favor?” His grin went up a notch. “I meant I was doing myself a favor. You hate guys like that.”
Yeah. I did.
I shook my head.
Shay Coleman was another Parker Stanson, my ex. That angry thought chased another one—fuck Parker and fuck Shay Coleman.
“Whatever.” I shoved Gage back, gently this time, and forced a lightness in my voice. “Go to your fraternity party and stay away from my friends.”
He was going to argue. I saw the words forming and shook my head again. “I mean it. And stop talking about me to football players. Got it?”
He looked at me for a second, his head tilting to the side in thought. “You okay?”
I heard the kindness and my throat swelled up a bit. “I’m fine.” I would be. Studying. That was my goal right now. Guys like Parker couldn’t hurt me anymore. I wouldn’t let them. “Now, go. Before someone sees you.”
He chuckled, and a couple of seconds later when I’d gotten my emotions in check, I looked back up to find him gone. No brother anywhere.
I was passing by the front desk when the girl looked up. “Kennedy Clarke?”
“Yeah?”
She was an upperclassman and had been the front desk attendant since the first week of classes, and I waited for her to say whatever she called me over for.
“Shay said to say hi to you.”
I instantly groaned.
Of course, Shay would know this girl. She was too pretty to be ignored. I half-joked, “Let me guess. You’re his girlfriend?”
She laughed, sounding actually nice. “We’re friends. He said to say hi to you, that you’re pretty cool.”
I glanced around. There were a few girls in the lobby, so I stepped closer to the desk. “Can we keep that on the down-low?”
“What?” Another genuine laugh. It was almost making me like her, sort of. She added, “That you’re cool?”
“That I know Shay, and I only know him from class. We’re not friends or anything.” I had to stress the last part. “And if you were dating him, my condolences.”
“Shay isn’t that bad of a guy, but yeah, I’ll keep it quiet.”
She frowned a bit as I held my hand up in a farewell wave, heading for the stairs and toward my room. Having a front desk attendant who was nice to you? That was gold. There could be drunk times ahead, and you never know when you needed someone to look the other way.
I had an extra bounce in my step when I let myself into the room, but it careened to a stop.
Missy was at her desk, wearing a big scowl.
“What’s up?” I shut the door and tossed my backpack onto my bed behind her.
“Holly wants to go to the library tonight.” She was stabbing at her keyboard.
Holly was her best friend from high school, the girl who lived a floor above us with her cousin. “What’s wrong with the library?” My desk was across the room, and I sat down on my chair before spinning so I was facing her.
“Nothing, if it were Sunday or any other day of the week. But it’s Friday. She has a crush on one of the workers there.”