Page 136 of Forbidden Lessons

Coming in here like she fucking owns the place.

“Dude.”

She’s gonna learn her place, one way or the fucking?—

“Kai, dude!”

“Jesus, what?” I swing to face the senior who’d been trying to get my attention.

He grins. “We gonna hit that J or what, bro?”

This guy.

I nod, a tad reluctantly, because yeah, I want to get fucked up, but with Haven so close, I’ve been rocking a semi for nearly two hours.

I’m just about ready to pull any of these sorority girls aside and stick it in them. Half of them wouldn’t even complain.

Rumor around campus the past three years is that I have a girlfriend at Cambridge. We’re so in love, we still think a long-distance relationship could work. And I guess no one’s really questioning that logic, because I haven’t slept with a single girl since my freshmen years. Even back then, it was only one girl.

“What did you say your name was?” I ask.

“Kruger.”

I hold out my hand. “Kai.”

Kruger laughs as we slip into the backyard. “Yeah, man, I know. I’m friends with your brother.”

“You’re not on the football team, are you?” The question comes out of me in a low rasp.

Kruger just shakes his head. “Bro, do Ilooklike a jock?”

“Yeah, sorry.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before, but Ezra has plenty of friends I’ve never met. We don’t exactly hang out in the same social circles. I’m not a fucking masochist.

“Damn fire hazard out here,” he says as we go to sit in the gazebo.

I agree. I’ve never seen so many fairy lights and dream catchers in one place. Haven’s going to fucking love it here.

Pity she’s not staying.

The sweet smell of weed blows over me as Kruger lights a joint he pulled out of his pocket. He hits it a few times and then passes it to me.

“So what’s your deal with that chick, bro? You got the hots for her or something?”

“Who, Haven?” I guess I shouldn’t have immediately guessed it was her. He could have been talking about Melissa, or Hillary, or any of the other sorority girls at the meeting.

“Yeah, the freshmen.”

“Fuck, no, I’m not into her.” I take another hard tug before handing the joint back. “Don’t have syphilis on my bingo card.”

“For real? She’s kinda mousey-looking for a slut.”

“Half the football team railed her.”

“No shit.” Kruger lets out a wheezy, high-pitched laugh. “When was this, bro?”

My hands are clenched into fists, and I can’t seem to force them to relax. No wonder my voice struggles past clenched teeth.

“Last year sometime.”

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