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The back door banging loudly against the wall had them both jumping apart.

“What is going on?” Dr. Katherine folded her arms across her chest. “Both of you, go inside and dry off. I’m not going to ask but I’m sure you both will agree that no more mishaps will be happening. Kelsey, I have some scrubs you can wear. I expected more from you.”

Adrian rubbed the back of his neck. The entire front of his clothes was drenched.

Kelsey couldn’t believe she had kissed Adrian and that they had almost gotten caught.What had I been thinking?They were making out in the open for anyone to see. She was lucky she didn’t get fired. Kissing Adrian had been a mistake.

Adrian could see the different emotions flashing across her eyes and knew she was about to say something that was going to piss him off.

“That was a huge mistake. It never should have happened. I can’t believe I kissed you!”

Ouch! Even though he had tried to prepare himself for her words, it stung more than he had thought it would. “Don’t worry, Buttercup. I won’t be repeating that again. It’s not worth the effort.” Adrian stomped off toward his car.

Kelsey’s blurted rant to Adrian had come out wrong. She hadn’t meant it the way he took her words. So much for their truce. He was going to go back to hating her.

Her life sucked sometimes.

THIRTEEN

Rotten Luck?

Adrian couldn’t believe it,but he was actually thankful for his mother’s neurotic obsession with having the best so that she could brag about it to her country club friends. Each academic year, his mother would purchase a meal plan from the school even though he had never had any intention of using it. He hadn’t until he lost his housing.

It was not because she wanted to take care of him, she wanted everyone to think she was the best mother around. At least he wouldn’t starve. The food wasn’t great, but it didn’t cost him anything and he had a ridiculous amount of money in his student expense account. Too bad he couldn’t withdraw any of it.

His card worked anywhere on campus and even a couple of small stores bordering the university. Adrian had discovered a small sandwich shop that made great food. He probably wouldn’t have tried it out if he hadn’t been forced to use his meal plan, but the place had a cool name,Grab Our Buns.

Since it was just before closing, the kid behind the counter gave him some extra items that were leftover. He was determined to sample it all and the quicker the better. Adrian was rooting through the containers and plastic wrapped items when he nearly ran into someone.

He stopped abruptly, almost dropping his roasted chicken avocado wrap which would have pissed him off since it smelled and looked so good. He couldn’t wait to take a huge bite.

Shoving everything back into the plastic bag, he glanced up at the rude person disrupting his feast.

“Colton.” Greg Lindstrom was blocking his path.

Groaning, Adrian adopted his most exasperated expression. He didn’t need to deal with Greg’s shit after a long day of classes and working off some of his community service hours. “Lindstrom.”

“Heard you got kicked off the team.”

“You must be ready to celebrate. It’s the only way for you to get one of the top spots. Too bad it took your best friends, Parker and Eric, getting arrested and me suspended. But, hey, you can brag how you finally made it.”

“You better watch your mouth, Adrian. You have nothing now. How far the king has fallen.”

“Fuck off, Lindstrom.”

Greg’s face turned red. “Tough talk for someone who has nobody at your back. You never know when someone is going to plant a knife in it.”

Adrian stepped closer to him. “You can threaten me all you want, but we both know I can kick your ass.” He sidestepped him and called back over his shoulder. “And I’m also not in the mood for your shit, so back the fuck off.”

Adrian never liked Greg. He was always the instigator whenever there was trouble in the house, but he was also the first one to run and hide like the little bitch he was.

“You’re going to be sorry you ever messed with us.”

Adrian muttered to himself as he walked away from Greg. “Whatever.” He had no idea what Greg was spewing about and didn’t care.

He was sure Greg was the mastermind behind his eviction from the team house. He also would be willing to bet Greg was the one who had trashed his room. The guy had always been jealous of Adrian so he would go out of his way to be a dick whenever he could, which happened to be all the time. He was usually only brave when Parker and Eric were around, so he must have had new assholes to hang out with.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he made his way to the student lounge. He could hang out there until he was tired enough to crash. He was not looking forward to sleeping in his Porsche again.

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