“No one is getting wifed up,” I shoot back, cracking open another can of beer. “Especially not me, assholes.”
Romeo chuckles, his gaze fixed on Professor. He mutters something I don’t hear over the obnoxious sound of my phone dinging. It’s a desperate-sounding text from Trent asking me to come home as soon as possible.
“He’s so dramatic,” I mumble, shoving the phone back into my pocket.
“Is Parker riding your ass again?”
I chug half of my beer. “No. Trent.”
“Dude, since you and your brother got caught switching places, they haven’t gotten off your ass.”
He refers to my friends and brother, who never seem to give up. They constantly nag me. I avoid my house as much as possible because of it, but I can’t run away from hockey.
“Parker thinks he’s my dad…” I growl in frustration, “… and Trent is just worried about me.” I finish another beer and drop the aluminum can on the table, sliding my legs to the floor. “I better go see what Trent wants.”
Romeo grunts before bringing his fingers to his lips to whistle at the sorority girls walking by the house. He beckons them forward with his finger, and they stare at us, giggling. Professor gets up to lean over the porch railing and tells the girls to come and keep them company.
I have to hold out my hand to maintain my balance when I stand. So, maybe I’m a little more drunk than buzzed.
“I’ll stop by later,” I promise, hoping Trent doesn’t have other plans for me.
Drinking on the porch is about the extent of what I had planned for my Friday night. I had asked Sam to come to a party with me this weekend, and she shot me down. That girl is driving me fucking crazy. The more she resists, the more I want her. She’s crawled under my skin and found a place for herself in my mind. I can’t stop thinking about her. No amount of liquor can get her out of my head.
Romeo slaps me on the back. “Later. Don’t forget the theme for tomorrow night.”
I smirk. “It’s so fucking lame, how can I forget?”
He shakes his head and laughs.
By the time I stumble into the house I share with my teammates, I can’t walk a straight line. Hours of drinking have finally caught up to me.
“You okay, Tuck?”
I glance over my shoulder to wave off Drake. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Drake is curled up on the couch with Bex’s friend, Taylor. Preston is on the other side of the sectional with Bex in a permanent lip lock. Since when did I sign up to live with a bunch of pussies? Or should I say pussy-whipped assholes?
“You smell like a bar,” Preston says between kissing Bex. “At the Delta Sig house again?”
“For fuck’s sake, not now, Prez,” I counter, ignoring him to climb the stairs to my bedroom.
At the end of the hall, I stop in front of my bedroom and reach up to grab the doorframe, looking at Trent from the entrance. “What’s so important I had to come right home?”
He crosses his arms over his chest, an irritated expression on his face. “Where were you?”
Does it ever end?
“With Romeo and Professor.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “You hang out with those guys too much.”
“Whatever, Dad,” I groan. “Get off my ass.”
“Get in here and close the door. This is important.”
I shoot him a confused look and sit across from my brother on my bed.
“Jemma is pregnant,” he blurts out.
