Page 42 of The Bro-code

Cole shakes his head. “It’s the same thing Bay told me last night.”

I nod. “See? That means that she cares about you. Besides, Bay looks like someone more than capable of taking care of herself. I heard when she walked into Topher and Bianca, she threw last year’s Olympic trophy at his head.”

Cole laughs for the first time tonight. “She did. Too bad she was too pissed off and missed. The least that motherfucker deserved was a concussion.”

We’ve reached the front lawn of the Zeta house and I’m not surprised that it’s crowded.

The people claiming their kisses are mostly men and Bianca Williams seems to be in high demand.

The Dean’s daughter is in her element as she kisses guy after guy. I don’t know any of the guys who are paying to kiss Bianca and that shouldn’t surprise me. Bianca is a puck bunny and she’s been with practically every guy on the hockey team. However she’s surprisingly loyal to the Cove Knights and unless you’re on the team, you have no chance with her.

I’m one of the very few hockey players on campus who hasn’t fucked her. She just isn’t my type. Nothing wrong with how she looks, I think every woman is beautiful—even though I tend to prefer shorter and curvier bodies to Bianca’s tall, model thin frame. What puts me off her is her really high pitch voice and how much she kisses and tells.

I don’t particularly want the entire campus to know everything about what I do in bed and hearing her screams when she’s been hooking up with my teammates is enough to make me pass on the entire experience.

I also don’t think Cole has slept with her, but I might be wrong.

“Hello,” Bianca shrieks after kissing a guy I don’t know on the cheek. “Gamma Delta Tau, at last you guys are here. Any chips to claim?”

Corey has a blue chip.

“That’s a kiss on the cheek. Who do you want it from? Me or our lovely President Bay Woods?”

Corey picks Bay—excellent taste, buddy—who has been leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Bay Woods? You are the Zeta president?”

The shocked question comes from Ryker, who looks pale, as if he’d just seen a ghost.

Cole answers his question before Bay can say anything. “Yeah, Bay is the Zeta president. Do you guys know each other?”

They answer at the same time.

“Yes,” Ryker growls.

“No,” Bay rolls her eyes.

Interesting. I sense a story there, but before I can find out what’s up, Topher comes to the booth.

“I believe I have the right to a French kiss,” he smirks, holding his golden chip between his index and middle fingers.

“Ooh,” Bianca beams, leaning on the flat surface of the stand in a way that presses her fake tits together.

I have nothing against fake tits, by the way. Bianca just got a pair that doesn’t suit her slight frame, they look ridiculously big.

“Come here, sailor. I should have known you’d buy the biggest prize of the night.”

Topher eyes her up and down, like you’d check a prized horse at an auction—don’t ask, my family are into competitive horse riding.

Our president’s smirk widens. “Sorry B, not tonight. I’m here to kiss your President.”

If Bay didn’t look happy a second ago, when she saw Ryker, now she looks positively furious.

“I don’t think so,” she bites out, her pony tail swinging side to side as she shakes her head.

“I’m afraid you have no choice, sexy girl.” Topher chides her. “I have the golden chip and I have the right to that kiss.”

The Zeta President laughs. “Sure, and Bianca here is more than happy to oblige. I, on the other hand, would rather lick the floor of the Gamma house downstairs bathroom after a party, rather than kiss you. So go ahead, get your kiss from my sister, or move along.”

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