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“Seven on Friday night. I better see you there.” he warns as he backs away. “I gotta get going to practice. Text you later.”

I wave goodbye to him and watch him leave.

Even just spending a few minutes with Jamie, something inside me settles. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s an alpha, and I’m craving that connection from someone, anyone. Or if it’s just his vibe. He’s fun to be around.

That is until I get the feeling someone is watching me.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I rub my hands up and down to warm myself up from the sudden chill as I look around. I search for them, but nothing pops out at me, just students mulling around the courtyard.

Shaking myself out of my own head, I walk towards the Student Union building.

Maybe once I get a job and have a steady income, I’ll have one less thing to stress about and hopefully make things a bit better.

As soon as I step into the building, I check my surroundings.

Just what I need, to always be on guard. It’s bad enough I’m worried all hours of the day that someone is going to find out what I really am, now I can’t even go out in public without worrying about running into one of them.

Thankfully with a quick glance around, I don’t spot any of them.

Turning my attention to the direction of the board, I nervously wring my fingers in anticipation. If there’s nothing new up there then I’m screwed because I’ve already applied to the ones posted before.

It’s only been a day since I’ve last checked, so I shouldn’t get downhearted if there isn't. But it doesn’t hurt to try.

My brows furrow when I see the board empty except for a singular red paper. That's odd.

Leaning in to get a better look, I lift my hand and brush my fingers over it as I read the words.

Huh. It’s a job offer for a position as bartender at a club called The Frenzy. Never heard of it. And when I put the address in my GPS, I see it’s not on campus. But at this point, I’ll take what I can get. I have experience tending the bar at the clubhouse. And I have a car. I just don’t use it because I don’t have money to put gas in my tank. If I get this job, that would change.

Grabbing the paper, I rip it off the board and step back. I could have just taken a photo of the number and moved on so someone else could have a look. But I don’t want to risk someone else getting the position.

With the paper to my chest, I look around to make sure no one’s paying attention to me before quickly rushing out of the building.

When I’m home, I pull the flyer from my backpack where I stuffed it. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I grab my cell phone and dial the number on the paper.

Nerves flutter in my stomach as I listen to it start to ring. One, two, three rings before someone picks up.

“Hello, welcome to The Frenzy. My name is Jason. How can I help you?”

“Hi. Jason.” I clear my throat. “My name is Camden. I saw a flyer posted about a position as a bartender at the club. I was calling to see if I could set up an interview. There’s no email listed to send my resume.”

“Of course. Do you have any experience bartending?”

Licking my lips, I answer. “Yes, a few years.”

“Awesome. I have an opening tomorrow at six pm. Does that work for you?”

A smile takes over my lips as the nerves shift to something more hopeful. This is the first place I’ve been able to even get an interview. That's got to mean something, right?

“Yes, six works perfectly. See you then.”

Hanging up the phone, I lay back on my bed and let out a sigh of relief.

Now I just have to get through the next twenty four hours.

CHAPTERFIVE

HENLEY

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