“So, we’ll see you next semester,” Tucker says under his breath, laughing as he exits the office.
Once outside Liberty Hall, I slap Tucker on the back. “How did we get caught? You said you had it under control.”
He shrugs. “How was I supposed to know your crazy stalker is in my class?”
I shake my head, not the least bit amused. “I don’t have a stalker.”
“What are we going to do now? Two games. That’s harsh.”
I shrug. “There’s nothing we can do. Coach won’t let us play.”
“Dad will kill us if he finds out.”
“Then we better make sure he doesn’t find out,” I quip.
“He’ll know if he comes to the game and we’re not there.”
“The Flyers are playing their next three games at home. Dad won’t even notice. Not unless Coach Bryant opens his mouth.”
“You know he’ll find out from someone.” He groans in frustration, blowing out a puff of air. “And now we have to build shit for sorority chicks.”
“Shannon’s in Kappa Delta,” I tell him.
“How do you know?”
“She wears shirts with their letters on them.”
Tucker snorts. “Like I know how to read Greek letters.”
“Maybe if you paid more attention in class, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” I snap.
He leans in to punch my arm, but I move to the side before his fist can contact my skin.
“Don’t be a dick, Trent. I wouldn’t have passed that test without your help.”
“Well, now you get an incomplete. And we’re both being punished. If you spent more time studying, you could pass this class on your own. I’m not switching places with you again. Don’t even ask me.”
“We never had a problem until now. How was I supposed to know that girl would tell on us? I didn’t know her name until Professor Cox called us into his office.”
“Uncle Carter will most likely be at our games,” I point out.
“Shit. We better tell Dad before he does.”
Our friend and teammate, Drake Donovan, is the son of Carter Donovan, our dad’s former teammate and best friend.
“This blows,” I mutter. “But we can figure it out later. I have to get to class.”
Tucker nods. “I’m meeting the guys. We’re grabbing a pizza from Gio’s.”
“Save me a slice.”
Tucker snickers. “That’s if Drake doesn’t eat it all.”
As I walk through the crowded courtyard, a group of girls run toward me, laughing and shouting. They look like a new sorority pledge class. Girls from various sororities scatter across campus every fall semester for ridiculous scavenger hunts, among other silly tasks.
The girls split up, veering in different directions, all headed for a guy in particular. A girl with long, red hair and huge tits rushes toward me and latches onto my arm. I haven’t seen her on campus, but I’d like to know her.
Our eyes meet for a split second, and bright green eyes stare back at me. She’s gorgeous, a perfect fucking ten with curves that fill out every inch of her jeans and top.
