“Look, Becky,” I say before she interrupts me.
“Becky,” she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. “My name is Jackie.”
At least I was right about the big tits part.
I give her one of my boyish smiles, which usually gets me out of trouble with women. It always worked with my mom and has gotten me far over the years. This time, it doesn’t work. Becky—apparently Jackie—blows out a puff of air, her blonde hair falling before her eyes. When I don’t respond to her outburst, she storms off, leaving me alone with Taylor, now standing at my right side.
“Well, if it isn’t the Grand Master of Dick Pics,” Taylor says, jokingly bowing to me with her hand outstretched.
I’ve always liked that mouth of hers. She’s so damn sassy and the hardest girl on campus to score. Taylor’s a real challenge, one I would gladly accept.
I can’t help but laugh.
“It’s customary when you knock a girl on her ass to help her up,” she says condescendingly. “Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?” She covers her mouth and laughs. “Oh, right? I already know the answer. No. Because what kind of person texts random girls pictures of their junk?”
“Were you with Becky? Ugh… I mean, Jackie.”
Fucking jackass.
“Yeah, I was with her when you sent those pics. She’s on my team, you idiot.” She raises her hand to give me a thumbs up. “Real classy, Drake.”
I’ve had a massive boner for Taylor since I saw her play basketball in my sophomore year, and now our first encounter is… fucked-up. This is not what I had in mind. When I finally talked to Taylor, I hoped it would be under different terms and with her being much less hostile.
She looks hot in her navy-and-white Strickland Senators basketball uniform with matching sneakers. Tall and toned, her body has curves that make it hard for me to focus. Most girls fit under my arm, but not Taylor. She’s around six feet tall, solid, and built to perfection. At my height, it’s hard to find women I can kiss without breaking my neck.
“You’re just mad I haven’t sent one to you.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and remove my phone from my pocket to gauge her reaction. “We can fix that right now.”
“Wow, are you serious?” She pushes her hands to her hips, glaring at me. “Like I would ever give you my number, you pig.” She practically growls the words at me. “You don’t have a chance with me, buddy.” She finishes by poking me in the chest with her finger.
Way to go, Drake.
Before I can get in another word, she disappears into a sea of people swarming into the cafeteria, leaving me wondering what happened.
What was I thinking?
That shit will never work on her.
By the end of the semester, Taylor Bradshaw will be mine.
Chapter 2
Taylor
My best friend is the luckiest bitch alive. Bex Bryant, my teammate and roommate since freshman year, walks alongside me through campus, rehashing her dinner date last night with Preston Parker. He’s among the hottest players on campus and the men’s ice hockey team captain.
I’ve forced her to tell me the story at least ten times since she came home last night. It still doesn’t seem real. Well, it wasn’t a date, per se. Her dad was at the pizza shop with them. So were a few of Preston’s teammates—Drake included. Ugh, I still can’t stand the thought of that dickwad and how he spoke to me in the cafeteria.
Drake had some nerve dissing Jackie after sending those pictures to her. In his defense, she was begging him for them. I can see why. Drake’s dick should have its own postal code or a P.O. Box to send some fan mail. Jeez, it really is impressive. Still, what kind of douche makes a habit of sending dirty pics to every girl on campus who wants them? Even though he’s hot as puck, he’s fucking nasty.
Like Drake, Preston is a mega-talented hockey player and the son of a famous hockey player. Both Preston and Drake are the guys every girl on campus drools over. The only difference is Drake is a major asshole, and Preston at least seems decent. And Bex has a shot with him.
“I still can’t believe you had dinner with Preston Parker.” My voice reaches a higher octave, my excitement getting the best of me, accidentally catching the attention of the people passing us. “My ovaries would have exploded sitting next to him.”
“Would you keep it down?” She lowers her voice, power walking past the crowd on the sidewalk with us. “I don’t think everyone heard you across campus, big mouth.”
Bex has strict rules about dating her dad’s players.
Fixing the gym bag strap over my shoulder, I sidestep a few people and catch up to Bex, matching her pace. “Shit. Sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” I say to calm her down. “But this is a big deal for you. After obsessing over his mom for like… ever. How are you not as excited as I am about this? He talked to you. Preston sat next to you.” I fan myself with my hand, still in awe that Bex has a date with Preston lined up for this weekend. “I would die if he even breathed in the same airspace.”
