Page 21 of End Game

“I’m a business-and-marketing major. I can’t do science.” She leans in closer, her expression serious. “Is that why you agreed to cook these guys meals? I told my brother it was completely sexist of them to put that expectation on you, but he reassured me you were okay with it.”

“I’m fine with it. I would’ve agreed to almost anything to get this room,” I tell her.

A devilish gleam lights Sienna’s eyes. “Anything?”

Nico had the same reaction earlier. Does everyone around here have their minds in the gutter?

Maybe.

Probably.

“You know what I mean.”

One of the blonde girls starts laughing outrageously, and when I glance around Sienna, I see she’s standing extra close to Nico, her boobs practically resting on his arm. He doesn’t seem to mind. When she tosses her head back, her laughter seems never ending, and I wince. Even the other girls standing with her appear annoyed, like they wish she would just shut up.

“It’s always like this,” Sienna says when I return my attention to her.

“Always like what?”

“Nico and Gavin. They flirt with the girls constantly.” She rolls her eyes.

“Who’s Gavin?”

“The team’s quarterback. He should be here soon. Hopefully.” Her gaze shifts to the door. “He’s best friends with my brother and Nico. But he doesn’t live with them because he comes from money, and he always gets his own apartment. Which is like ... unheard of around here.”

“Must be nice.” I glance toward the door like I’m waiting for it to open too.

“Right? Gav hangs out here all the time, though, so prepare yourself.” She lowers her voice. “He’s really hot too.”

“Great. They’re all hot,” I say with disgust, shaking my head.

Sienna laughs at my reaction. “Not Coop.”

“You’re only saying that because he’s your brother.” Coop is definitely attractive in that big, quiet way of his.

“Well, yeah. Duh.”

“Nico isn’t my type,” I add, because it’s true. I think of Brad. Little emo Brad and his faded band T-shirts and skinny jeans. The beat-up black Converse he always wore, and how he smoked cigarettes “ironically”—direct quote. He smoked too much weed, ate too much junk food, and had zero ambition. I don’t know why I wasted so many years on him.

“Nico is everyone’s type. Right, Nico?” Sienna calls to him.

“You talking to me, Annie?” He’s grinning, and I realize he’s got a blonde under each arm, the third one watching them with a massive pout on her face.

“Annie?” I ask Sienna.

“They used to call me Little Orphan Annie when I first came here, which is so stupid.” She grabs a chunk of her red hair and waves it at me before turning to face him. “Come up with something more original, why don’t you?”

“Aw, don’t get your panties in a twist. You know I’m just teasing.” He even winks at her, his gaze shifting to mine, but I look away quickly, not wanting to get caught staring.

The door swings open at that precise moment, and a guy walks in with the face of a Greek god—all chiseled angles and sharp lines, softened by his plush mouth and the way it curls into a one-sided smile.

The moment he’s spotted, every guy in the room starts cheering, shouts of “QB!” ringing in the air.

“There’s Gavin.” Sienna’s voice is wistful, her gaze locked on him and no one else.

The third blonde abandons Nico and runs over to Gavin, greeting him by wrapping her arms around his neck and delivering a smacking kiss to his cheek. He laughs, but the sound is uncomfortable as he places his hands on her waist and sets her away from him.

“Does that normally happen?” I ask Sienna, noting the subtle fury glimmering in her eyes.

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