“Good.”
We both nodded and then walked into the building.
Rumors flew around every college campus about societies and organizations. It wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility for Ashleigh to mention it.
“Say I did say something about them—which I didn’t—but say I did….” Ashleigh’s gaze swung my way. “Would you be the person to talk to?”
“I don’t know.” I eyed her back. “Would you?”
“Maybe I would.”
Alright, I could roll with this. It couldn’t hurt to see what she had to say. “Maybe I would too.”
“Oh, my god.” Excitement filled her eyes as she clutched onto my shoulders. “I’ve been dying to talk to someone about the robed figures going into that sorority house.”
Now, I was officially confused. “Sorority house?”
“We are talking about the same thing, aren’t we?” Her gaze once again filled with suspicion.
“Of course we are.” I scoffed. “I was just testing you.”
I had no freaking idea what she was talking about, but I was intrigued. Hell, I was downright excited, which considering what happened back home, probably wasn’t the best reaction. That didn’t stop my stomach from fluttering. My blood was practically singing at the thought of another mystery to unravel. For the first time in months, I felt like smiling.
That was until I entered my lecture hall.
“We’ll talk about this later,” Ashleigh whispered, then skipped away.
I waved and curled my lip at the familiar blue eyes glittering my way.
“Hi, Marnie.”
Ugh, Chase Ackerman. The sound of his voice made me want to hurl. Not only was he a jock, but he was an arrogant pretty boy who thought girls should fall at his feet. For some reason, he had set his sights on me.
Little did he know, I’d been watching him too. I knew what skeletons were in his closet.
Chase leaned back and flashed me a smile. “Missed you at the party last night.”
I just bet he did.
“I don’t party.”
That wasn’t entirely true. My sister dragged me around with her all the time. One thing I learned about alcohol was that it didn’t just make people stupid. It gave them loose lips. Star Chadwick and I used a few high school parties to investigate our friend Tico’s murder. Ned Callaghan wasn’t anywhere on my list of suspects. He seemed so normal.
“Come on, Marnie.” He reached down to blatantly cup his groin. “I know you want this.”
Did this barbarian bullshit actually work? I’d like to think that girls were more intelligent than that, but given the number of times I’d seen Chase walk down the quad with someone new on his arm, I’d have to go with the opposite. Either that or they just didn’t pay attention.
“What do you say, sweetheart? My dick’s ready and waiting.”
Clearly, this guy was a moron. How did no one see this?
“I’m not sure I’m your type.” I tsked, rolling my eyes over his toned frame. “I’m a little too conscious for that.”
His face dropped. “Are you accusing me of something?”
“I don’t know, am I?” I shot back.
“You should be careful throwing around accusations without proof.” He leaned forward and growled. “It might land you in a tight spot.”
