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Kelsey got closer to the car and noticed something on the windshield stuck along the wiper blade. “Is this birdseed?”

Gwen leaned forward to get a better view. “Looks that way.” She turned back to Adrian who sported an innocent wide-eyed look. “Innocent my ass,” she muttered.

“What?” Kelsey was shaking her head. “Did you say something? How could this happen? None of the other cars are covered with poop! Just mine. This is so gross.”

“It was probably just a freak thing.”

Kelsey turned in a circle to survey the area and stumbled to a stop. Her jaw dropped when she noticed a shirtless Adrian a few feet away. She suspected that he had a muscular chest, having nearly busted out of his shirt the day before, but good lord he was built. And half naked standing in the parking lot watching her.

It took her a few seconds, but a light went off in her head. Birdseed on her windshield, Adrian watching her with a sexy smirk, and none of the other cars affected. Adrian was behind the poop fest. She stomped up to him. “You did this!”

Adrian watched the fire blaze in her eyes. She was magnificent when she was angry. “Did what?”

Kelsey’s fists landed on her hips. “You made the birds poop on my car!”

“I made them, huh? Yeah, I train birds to shit on command. It’s a new talent I have.” Adrian’s blank face cracked into a smile. He was having trouble containing his laughter. The birdseed did a better job than he had hoped.

“It’s not funny.” Kelsey huffed but her eyes were on his chest. “And put on a shirt!”

“Are you checking me out, Buttercup?” He pushed off the car and took a step toward her. “Like what you see?”

“Uck. Don’t flatter yourself.” She turned away from him and stalked back to Gwen who was watching the exchange with a gleam in her eyes.

“He did this!” She pushed the key fob to open her back door and leaned inside. “I can’t believe him.” When Gwen didn’t answer, she pulled her head back out and glanced at her friend. “You’re laughing!”

“I’m sorry! It’s funny.” Gwen shrugged. “He was probably getting even with you.”

“For what?”

“Really?”

“Okay, so I almost hit him with my car. It was an accident!”

“You got him kicked off his rowing team, almost ran him over. and scalded him. I would say he has a reason to want to get even with you.” Gwen glanced back at Adrian who was pulling a golf shirt over his head. “He didn’t do anything harmful. All you need to do is wash it off. I think you two should call a truce.”

“I didn’t do anything on purpose.” She winced. “Okay I didn’t do most of it on purpose. That doesn’t give him the right to do this.”

“I think you should cut the guy a break.”

Kelsey wasn’t sure she could do that just yet.

EIGHT

Intentional Destruction

Adrian was exhausted.All he wanted to do was flop down on his bed and crash for a few hours. He had drunk himself stupid last night and passed out, but that wasn’t a good night’s sleep.

He trudged into the team house, past the first floor and took the steps two at a time. His bedroom was the last one on the left and was a little more private than the others. He had been lucky to get that room when the last occupant graduated.

As he walked down the hallway, he saw a sheet of paper taped to the center of his door. He stomped up to it and pulled the page free. His door creaked open a little and he frowned. Adrian remembered closing and locking it. Why was someone in his room?

Pushing that thought aside, he focused on the paper.

Adrian,

You should have told us you were suspended from the team. After everything that has happened, it is the consensus of the crew that you should no longer have the prestige and honors of a member of the Rowing Team. One of those privileges is living in the team house. You can no longer live here.

You and your friends have embarrassed and disgraced this team. That is unacceptable. Once your suspension is over, the team will vote whether or not to take you back.

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