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“You’re right. That one sounds ridiculous,” Jace said, fixing the bun on top of his head.

I’d never been a fan of long hair on guys, but I didn’t think a world existed where Jace Thatcher wasn’t considered hot.

Not Parker Davis hot, obviously.

But still hot.

Oh, shit. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking that.

“Well, it’s Parker, Matty, me of course…and hear me out on this, I’m thinking…you,” Jace commented, pulling me out of my inner freak-out.

“Wait…what about me?” I asked as we got to a door at the end of the hallway.

Jace was whistling as he took a key out of his pocket and then unlocked the door.

“Just lock it behind you right now, and then lock it again when you leave, and come find me if you need to use it later,” he told me, throwing open the door with a flourish and beginning to head back down the hallway.

“Thanks,” I said, still really confused by what he said.

“And I’ll keep brainstorming our team name,” he called to me.

“Okay,” I said softly, watching him for a moment before some girls noticed the open door and started to head my way.

I slammed the door shut with athud, and locked it…right before someone tried the door handle.

Leaning my forehead against the door, I took a few deep breaths. I’d go to the bathroom, get my head on straight…and then get back to my boyfriend.

Everything was going to be okay.

CHAPTER 15

PARKER

“Looks like you need a refill,” I said casually, passing where Andrews was talking to his friends and holding out a red solo cup to him. He immediately took it from me, his eyes glassy from how much he’d already drank. His friends all stared at me eagerly, launching into how great that first game was, and all the bullshit that comes with people wanting to suck up to me.

Andrews had evidently forgotten how threatened he’d been feeling about me and his girlfriend, and I watched as he downed half of the drink in one go. Idiot.

Although, it probably had never crossed his mind—sober or drunk—that I would drug him to get his girl.

I hadn’t ever seen myself doing that either.

But desperate men obviously did desperate things.

Giving the group a few claps on the back so they would feel good about themselves, I told them I would see them later and then left for the other side of the room.

The music pounded, drowning out most conversations, but I spotted the girl I needed—Bethany, or something like that. Matty had once made the mistake of fucking her, and she’d triedto move into the house the next day. She was just what I needed for this next step. A social climbing, stage-five clinger.

She was also a few drinks deep, swaying on her feet. Perfect.

I approached her, offering a charming smile. “Hey, one of my friends over there has been dying to meet you all night.”

She nodded, blinking slowly as she stared up at me, dollar signs practically visible in her eyeballs.

“You should definitely go talk to him. He’s that guy in the orange polo over there,” I continued, pointing out where Gray was standing.

The girl stuck out her lips at me in a weird fish face. “But I’ve beendyingto meet you,” she whined, reaching out to touch my chest.

I quickly stepped back so she couldn’t touch me. “Sorry, I’m taken,” I told her. “But my friend over there is abigdeal in his fraternity. He’ll be able to get you into all the Beta Omega parties. And the football team goes to those parties all the time.”

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