What the fuck?
Annoyed, I head back to my table. I sit across from Jamie and say, “What’s up with your girl? She just fucking cock blocked me.”
Jamie snorts with laughter. “No, she didn’t. Shan would never do that.”
“Well, she just did. I was in line talking to that girl over there…” I point at Jemma, “… and Shannon made her go back to her table.”
Jamie glances at Shannon’s table. “I wouldn’t get all pissy with Shannon just yet. You know how sorority chicks are about their rules. I’m sure it wasn’t personal.”
“It sure as fuck felt personal,” I counter, my anger seething.
Everyone stares at me like I’m overreacting. Maybe I am. But damn, that shit pissed me off. Who the hell does Shannon think she is getting in the way? I know she did that on purpose, but there was something about her demeanor that I can’t shake.
“Since when do you give a shit about a girl you don’t even know?” Preston asks me, his elbows on the table.
“I don’t even know her,” I spit back at Preston. “But Shannon needs to stay out of my business.”
“Don’t act all crazy over nothing. I’ll talk to her,” Jamie offers. “But I doubt she meant anything by it. Chill out and go get something to eat.”
“Nah, I’m good. I told Tucker I’d meet him back at the house to tell our dad in person about the suspension. We’re having dinner with our parents. I think my sister’s home from Paris, too.”
Drake peeks up from his plate, his mouth full of food. “Good luck with that, bro. Your dad will have a stroke.” He gives me a wicked smirk. “Say hi to Ava for me.”
The motherfucker winks when speaking about my older sister. She’s a fashion model and is home for the next month.
Preston wiggles his eyebrows. “Yeah, say hello to Ava for all of us.”
I shake my head. “Assholes. Stay away from my sister.”
Jamie doesn’t add fuel to the fire, though he gives me a worried look. “Yeah, good luck with your dad.”
Drake looks at Preston. “Uncle Tyler will get their sorry asses in check.”
“We’ve got our dad covered,” I tell them. “I’m more worried about missing games.”
“No more fucking off,” Preston adds. “We can’t afford to lose you and Tuck for more than two games.”
“Okay, Cap,” I say to Preston since he’s our team captain, raising my hand to my forehead to mock salute him.
He rolls his eyes at me and shoves a forkful of chicken into his mouth. “If Tuck needs help with his classes, all he had to do was ask one of us. You can’t take every test he doesn’t feel like studying for.”
“It wasn’t like that,” I groan. “You guys don’t get it.”
Tucker parties way too much and studies even less. But it’s Tuck, my twin brother, who I would do anything for. They will never understand the bond we share.
Preston drops his fork. “Tuck was too busy getting drunk and hooking up with sorority chicks to study for the test. And so you did what you normally do and bailed him out.” He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Am I wrong?”
I glare at him, not wanting to admit he’s right.
He’s one hundred percent on point. Tucker spends a lot of nights partying at the Delta Sigma Phi house when he should be home studying. He deserves the punishment handed down by Dean Whittaker. But I also earned the suspension when I helped him because that’s what I do.
I press my palms to the table and slide off the chair. “I’ll catch you guys later.”
They utter their goodbyes. I take one last look at Jemma from across the room. She’s busy waiting on her sorority sisters with a bored look. I smile at her pained expression, not because I enjoy her pain but because I see a little of myself in her right now. And now I have to go deal with my father’s wrath and my mother’s disappointment.
Chapter Five
Trent
