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I growl, but a smile tugs up my lips. “School is good. Two more semesters and it’ll be in the rearview. I entered the draft, so hopefully I’ll get my degree and a team at the same time.”

Colson laughs. “Didn’t deny the boyfriend part.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“But he’s something,” Colson guesses.

Blowing out a long breath, I push my hands through my hair. “Yeah, he’s something.”

He laughs annoyingly. “I should have known something was going on from all that bitching you did about him after every game you two played against each other. Sounded a lot like a crush to me.”

“It wasn’t like that,” I tell him. “He’s… he made me go on a date with him, right? And after that, I don’t know, things were just… different.”

“A date?” I can almost see how Colson’s eyebrows meet his hairline. “Like you two went out to eat? In public?”

I can’t tell my brother that no, we didn’t actually eat. That Kerian jerked me off under the table at a pizza place, then I made him take me home so we could fuck. “Yeah, in public,” I lie. Thankfully, Colson isn’t a human lie detector like Mom.

He hums. “That’s actually kind of nice. When can we meet him? Gonna bring him home one weekend?”

That’s not a bad idea. I took Megan home only once, and she had her nose stuck in the air the entire time, like my house was beneath her. We weren’t rich or well off, but my childhood home was warm and welcoming, as was my mother. That should have been a red flag to drop her ass, but she’s hot as fuck—can’t deny that even if she’s a cheater—and the sex was hot.

I shrug, though he can’t see me. “Maybe. I’ll ask.” I probably won’t. Kerian would probably shoot me down with a“Fuck no, Dimples.”

After we talk for a few more minutes, Colson says he has to go and we hang up.

I’m tired, my muscles sore from practice this morning, but I have work to do. I finished my accounting paper, but I still have Business Law homework. I hate that fucking class, but I needed something to satisfy my business elective.

Changing into a pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless muscle shirt, I put on a pair of slides and head out. Just before the door closes, I catch it with my foot and grab my room key. Not sure where Luca is, but he’d be pissed if I called him to let me in.

The library is across campus, but I don’t mind the walk. It’s getting cooler outside, the brisk air whipping around me, making goosebumps crop up on my arms. Still, I don’t want a jacket. This is ideal weather for me. Not too hot, not too cold.

As I walk across campus, I see people in the quad—some couples—studying together. My mind runs away from me, imagining Kerian and me sitting in the yard, doing homework or talking or just lying around.

“Fucking stop,” I grumble to myself. He doesn’t even go to Evergreen. Someone who knows who he is would give him shit for being in our quad, and Kerian would probably beat the shit out of them like he did that guy in the club. I enjoy hanging out with him too much to risk it.

The library is pretty empty, most people using their laptops instead of searching shelves. I like having a book for reference, something I had to use a lot growing up since we didn’t get a computer at home until I was a junior in high school.

I find the appropriate bookshelf and check out the options. There are a lot of books on business law that aren’t my textbook but will help with my paper. I hate when my professor goes rogue and makes us write scenario-based papers on shit he makes up on the fly. I’d rather go by what the syllabus?—

“Just the person I was looking for.” I close my eyes and count backward from five, giving myself some time to calm down before I turn around to face Megan.

Her arms are crossed over her chest, her lips twisted in irritation. While I can’t deny she’s still hot as fuck, she does nothing for me. She doesn’t hold a candle to Kerian, with his brooding face, hard body and‘don’t fuck with me’attitude.

Tucking a book I was looking at under my arm, I mirror her stance. “What, Megan?”

“I got the estimate for my tires. They’ll be five hundred dollars to replace.”

I give her a look. “Okay? I didn’t slash your fucking tires. Give it to the person who did.”

“Itwasyou. No one else would?—”

“Megan, I don’t have time for this shit. I told you I didn’t fuck with your car. I’m not paying for shit. Get the fuck out of my face or I’ll talk to the dean about fucking harassment.”

Her eyes narrow. “If you weren’t so fucking jealous, I would?—”

I bark a laugh, making a few people look in our direction. “Jealous? Have I bothered you or Justin? Have I said anything to you two skanks about fucking behind my back?” I don’t wait for her to answer. “No, I haven’t. I’m not jealous. I’m focused on my fucking future. You did me a favor.”

“Skank?” she says, rearing back. “I’m going to tell Justin about this.”

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