A large group of popular guys surround him. They laugh at Trent’s joke. I can’t hear a thing from across the room, but I’m curious, wondering what’s so funny. Since we kissed in the Quad, I’ve been dying to see him again.
I haven’t stopped thinking about him.
He’s probably forgotten me already, yet I can’t stop fantasizing about him. I bite my cheek and sigh as Trent lights up the room with his larger-than-life personality. He stands at the end of his table, his arms outstretched, his voice now loud enough for me to hear his laugh. It’s deep, manly, and so damn sexy it sends a shiver down my arms.
A natural magnetism surrounds him. He has the It Factor you can’t put your finger on, but you feel it when you’re around him. I feel stupid for watching him from afar.
But it’s hard not to notice him.
Hard not to want him.
“Ladies,” Abby says from the end of the table. Our heads snap in her direction, and she continues, “We could use some dessert.”
Without another word, all fifteen of us push ourselves up from the table. I glance over my shoulder at Trent, realizing the fraternity party is my only shot at hanging out with him. I haven’t asked Shannon yet, but I hope we can attend.
I’m about to head toward the buffet at the front of the room when Trent looks in my direction. He’s so beautiful that my breath catches in my throat.
And then he does something unexpected.
Chapter Four
Trent
I’m standing in front of my usual table in the cafeteria, telling my friends a story, when I spot her—the same girl with long red hair and big green eyes from the Quad.
Jemma with a J.
She’s dressed in a short skirt with Greek letters on her ass and a tight white shirt that makes it easy to see her bra through the material. Her tits are huge, well over a handful, and I can’t stop thinking about how they will feel in my hands. High heels stress her killer legs, begging me to touch them.
Until she kissed me, I’d never seen her before. Maybe she’s a freshman, considering she’s pledging Kappa Delta. Her red hair, curvy body, and nice plump lips stand out in a crowd. Her tits practically pop out from the top of her shirt, filling out every inch of the fabric.
Jemma looks the most out of place as if she doesn’t feel like she belongs with the girls surrounding her. Our eyes meet, and she holds my gaze for a second. We share a moment that ends as quickly as it began before she follows behind the group of girls.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell my friends and walk away from the table.
The Kappa Delta girls are almost at the buffet line, and I’m not far behind them. I push through the crowded cafeteria, intent on catching up to her. I move through the masses, eventually finding her at the dessert buffet.
She grabs a few plates and a handful of bowls from the end of the counter and sets them on the tray in front of her on the metal rail. With her head turned toward the food, I sneak up on the other side of her.
I tap her on the shoulder. “Funny seeing you here.”
She turns around, and I give her one of my boyish smirks, hoping it does the trick. And it does.
“A girl’s gotta eat,” she quips.
Shannon Brady, Jamie’s girlfriend, walks toward us. “Hey, Jemma. Is this idiot giving you trouble?”
“Not yet,” I say with a sly grin.
Shannon slaps me on the back. “Is Jamie with you?”
I nod. “He’s at our usual table.”
Shannon glances at our table and then looks at Jemma while speaking to me. “I need to talk to my Little Sister for a second.” She tugs Jemma’s arm and pulls her away from me, leading her to the salad bar.
Why the fuck did Shannon pull Jemma away from me? She gave me a look that said I wasn’t good enough to share the same airspace as this girl, making me even more curious about her.
Shannon walks away with Jemma at her side, and neither looks back in my direction. So, I guess they’re both dissing me. That’s never happened before.
