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“Did you kick his ass?” Jocelyn leans against the same post I am with a seductive smirk.

“Yup.” I leer at her, but I’m not feeling it tonight. I’d rather sleep it off.

“It felt good, didn’t it?” She grins and peeks her tongue out to lick the corner of her lip.

“Yeah. See ya around.” I straighten myself up to not give her hope of something happening tonight. Jocelyn’s beautiful, but she’s always flirting with me and giving me those looks. I’m not interested in hurting anyone’s feelings.

It felt good to punch the shit out of Vic, but it kills me to think all I did was help Willa and him make up. She’ll take care of him and apologize for my actions rather than finally standing up for herself.

Who knows? Maybe if I didn’t intervene, she would’ve been the one to walk in on him and Deanna.

I ruin everything.

Chapter 8

Willa

Carter slides into the empty seat next to me while we wait for Coach Higgins to come and start our class.

The semester is nearly over and Carter managed to stay unseen.

“There are plenty of empty seats up there.” I point to the other side of the room and the few empty seats.

“But sitting next to you is a lot more fun.” He smirks and slides his chair closer.

“Can you not?” I shuffle my chair away from him. “Thanks to you, Vic thinks there’s something going on between us.”

Carter throws his head back in an obnoxious laugh.

“That’s rich.” He cackles as if there’s something funny about what he started. “Vic is accusing you of cheating? That’s fucking brilliant.”

“No one asked you to get involved.” I move my chair even further away.

“He deserved to get his ass kicked.” Carter leans in closer. “He didn’t tell you what I walked in on, did he?”

“I can handle it myself.” I gather my book and laptop. My chair tips back onto the floor from the force of me standing. Hastily, I push it back in and take all my stuff to the other side of the room to get as far away from Carter as I can.

He can be a real jerk when he wants to be. He’s probably right, Vic deserved what he got for breaking his promise and doing whatever he was doing, but fighting him didn’t solve anything. It made it worse.

The professor comes in, fixing his disheveled black hair, just as I get myself situated. I had such a good seat on the other side. It was closer and didn’t show the glare on my screen and the board from the window.

I keep my focus on class. I can’t get into any more trouble with Coach Higgins.

I accepted Luca’s apology, and we made up quickly the next day as if nothing was bothering us. He was having a terrible game too, and he and Kandi broke off their casual fling.

He didn’t give me the details, but having my best friend back makes things easier. I’m bummed about the suspension. Vic and I have been fighting on and off for weeks.

“Are you going to be hanging out with your good friend, Carter, while I’m away?” He’s pissed that I can't go on the ski trip with him. It’s the Kappa’s charity ski trip for two days up in the closest mountain resort.

Coach Higgins got word the guy’s hockey team was banned from going, so he banned us as well. I don’t blame him. The Kappa’s all get hammered and do stupid tricks off the slopes. There’s always at least one person injured. Last year, it was a couple of guys on the ski team and a freshman from the women’s hockey team.

“Why would I hang out with him?” I fold Vic’s ski pants and pack them into his suitcase while he watches. He can never get all his gear in the tiny case. “I told you nothing is going on between us. The girls and I are having a party tomorrow night and then I’ll hang out the rest of the weekend with Jocelyn.”

“Why else would he come storming in here? You’re having an affair with him.” He sits down and leans over his suitcase to get in my face. “Everyone sees it. He sits next to you in class.”

He hasn’t stopped. Every day, Vic accuses me of sleeping with Carter, and sometimes Luca. He got jealous of Luca too when he first arrived at Drexton Hall, but Luca is like my brother. I have no attraction to Luca or Carter.

“That’s enough.” I grip the edge of the suitcase that I so neatly packed for him.

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