Page 19 of Play It Sinful

“Fine. I suppose you can help bring everything to my room. Then you can have your five minutes.”

He grins victoriously, and I get the sudden urge to wipe that smug smile off his face. He has that expression any time he gets the best of me, and I hate it.

He looks inside my trunk and whistles. “Did you buy the entire art supply store?”

I snort. “I wish.”

“How come you have enough room for all this? My dorm room is small as fuck.” He stacks the easel and the big canvases, then lifts his load with extreme ease.

“Well, I guess I’m lucky.”

I lock the car and veer for my building, not waiting for Sean. Naturally, he catches up with me in seconds. We don’t speak, and the silence becomes even heavier during the short elevator trip. I already regret agreeing to let him help me. There’s nothing for it now but to get it over with as fast as possible.

In the hallway, we cross paths with a group of freshmen girls who don’t miss Sean next to me.

“Hey, you’re on the hockey team, right?” one of them asks.

“Yep.”

“You must be so excited. The Warriors are the best.” The brunette in the middle twirls a lock of her hair around her finger.

Gag me.

Sean has always been popular, but witnessing girls flirt with him after his dick was deep in my throat makes me nauseous and angry.

“I’m stoked. It’s a dream come true,” he replies, grinning from ear to ear.

Jerkface.

“We can’t wait to see you play,” the third girl in the group pipes up.

I can’t take this shit anymore. If Sean wants to flirt with his fan club, he can do it alone. I resume my trek to my room.

“Sorry, ladies. I have to go,” Sean says.

“Oh my God. Do you think that was his girlfriend?” one of the girls asks, not bothering to lower her voice.

“I hope not. He’s too good-looking to be off the market already.”

Don’t say anything, Ash. Don’t say anything.

Unfortunately, the chanting doesn’t stop my tongue. I turn around and say, “Keep dreaming, girlies. He’s way out of your league.”

Sean widens his eyes, then curls his lips into a crooked grin. Hell. I shouldn’t have said anything to those idiots. I open my dorm room fast and disappear inside.

“So I’m out of their league, huh?” He laughs.

“Shut up.” I drop the bags on the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Man, your room is so...”

Here we go. He’s going to say something mean. “So what?” I snap.

“Bare. I’m surprised. Aren’t all art majors into colorful shit?”

I glower at him. “Way to put me into a stereotypical box, Sean. I could also ask aren’t all jocks supposed to be stupid?”

His brows furrow, and I don’t know if he’s embarrassed or angry. I quickly look away again.

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