He grunts, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Yeah, but now she’ll never give me a chance. We have to take this bitch down.”
“Now that she called you out, you care? It’s not like everyone on campus hasn’t seen your dick, anyway.”
I can’t keep a straight face when I say the last part. Everyone has probably seen a Drake junk shot at some point.
Everyone at our table laughs.
Drake shrugs, unaffected. “What can I say? My dick has a life of its own.”
“And Taylor knows that, stupid,” Preston says. “Which is why she wants nothing to do with you.”
“Nah.” Drake shakes his head. “She likes the chase.”
He’s been giving her one hell of a chase for weeks. Damn guy is lucky if he gets a kiss, let alone sex. Taylor’s making him earn every ounce of her respect before she will put out.
“At least the semester is over on Friday,” Jamie says. “That will give me a little more time to work on tracking The Queen. She might have her guard down, thinking no one is paying attention to her during the break.”
“Speaking of the break,” Preston interrupts, still chewing on his food. “Are you guys coming to my house for Christmas?”
“My dad said something about doing it at our house instead,” I say, shoving a forkful of rice into my mouth.
We spend every holiday, birthday, and special event together. It’s been this way since birth. Coach Bryant attributes our success on the ice to our close personal relationships off the ice. He’s not wrong. Even though we sometimes fight, playing with family makes us play like a unit. Knowing each other’s weaknesses and strengths also helps.
“You know how my mom feels about Christmas basketball,” Preston says. “We might not stay at your house for long.”
Preston’s mom is a former basketball player and sports agent everyone in the business calls Coach. To me, she’s just Aunt Charlotte. She’s from Chicago originally, a diehard fan of the Bulls, and never misses a single NBA game on Christmas.
“My dad bought one of those projection screens,” I tell him. “Wait until you see the high def on it. The players look like they’re jumping off the screen.”
“Oh, yeah?” He smiles. “Bex will like that, too.”
“She can come,” I offer. “You can bring Taylor, too,” I say to Drake. “If she’ll even look at you after reading that post.”
Drake frowns.
Preston chuckles.
So, I dodged a bullet this time. But that’s this month, and only because I stopped partying as much with my friends at the Delta Sig house and buckled down on my classes. Still, it’s nice not to be the center of attention this time.
Chapter 10
Sam
Christmas break passes in a frosty blur, the city blanketed with snow. A chill rolls through me as I walk the halls, closing my jacket over myself. Today is my first official day as Professor Frazier’s teaching assistant. The door on last year has closed, a new one opening and propelling me closer to my goal.
One step closer to graduation.
When I open the double doors to the lecture hall, students crowd the aisles, chatting among themselves. They assume I am one of them.
Not this time.
I stroll down the center aisle toward Professor Frazier, who smiles when he sees me. “Good morning, Samantha. I hope you’re well rested and ready to work.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, shifting the bag on my shoulder to adjust the weight. “I’ve already prepped the first three assignments for you.”
He flashes another smile, his gaze moving from my face and down my body.
Ugh, why does he have to be such a creeper? For such a well-respected attorney and chair of the law department, I would have expected someone more… professional. But I need this job. Regardless of his behavior, I have to ignore him. Working with Professor Frazier is a stepping stone to my next endeavor. This job will look good on my resume.
