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Winning teams are because of hard work, not because we fart around and have a beer under the stars.

“Are you always that serious on the mound?”

Is she still fucking here?

“He’s always serious,” chimes Brody, my catcher and best friend. “Only McCallister can charm the devil into smiling.”

Wasmy best friend.

“Ha!” I say, unamused before flipping him off.

“Who’s McCallister?”

The girl who had been lurking behind my back finally grows enough balls to come stand in front of me, working her way in between my legs.

Any other night, I would be relieved I didn’t have to charm a girl into my pants. This one made it easy. She’s not ugly. Her hair is down and wavy in a way that looks messed. Jeans with more holes than fabric cling to her toned thighs, and I can totally see a camel toe. Pair that with a sweet, rounded face that her daddy is probably proud of, and you get a decent, hometown girl, whom I will more than likely fuck before the night is over.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say, opening my legs wider so she can sit on my lap. She needs no more invitation from me.

“I’m Monica,” she chirps out with far too much enthusiasm.

I look at Brody who grins, darting his eyes to the patio doors.

The fucker does it on purpose. He knows I have to look.

Hell, I haven’t stopped looking.

Anniston fucking McCallister in her barely there tank top is set up at the beer pong table with Thad and another guy I don’t know.

“Who the fuck is that guy?” I ask Brody, straightening my spine and moving Monica out of my line of sight. Brody purposely hesitates to get on my last damn nerve. “Don’t fuck with me. Who is he?”

He chuckles. “Bo. He’s new. Just transferred from Savannah State.”

What kind of name is Bo? The dead kind if he grabs her again. I don’t give a shit she is wiping the floor with these douches in beer pong. She could easily win in any other game as well. Anniston is a natural athlete. If she plays something, you better know she aims to win it.

“I heard he’s quite curious about your roommate.”

He’s baiting me. I know this, but somehow I can’t help but to respond.

“I hope you told him about Anniston’s crazy fetish with diaper bondage.”

Monica shifts on my lap and makes a noise like she needs attention or be pushed off.

“I didn’t, but I figured you’d prefer to warn him in person like you do everyone.”

How thoughtful.

“Bo is prelaw,” he adds. “He’s finishing his senior year at Berkshire.”

Poor Monica doesn’t get a warning. At Brody’s admission, I jump up, sending Monica down in a tangle of arms and skinny jeans.

“Anniston’s Berkshire?”

His nod is slow and amused.

“Yep.”

Fuck me.

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