Page 115 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Her call distracted Issac long enough for me to throw my knee into his groin. And I got him good. I felt the crack from my impact.
Issac sucked in a strangled gasp, folded over, then fell to ground, groaning in pain.
Ravi thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. He doubled over with laughter as I sang, “Not fast enough to dodge a knee, I see.”
Before Issac could get up, I turned and bolted down the path in the direction I heard Rachel call from.
Issac
Georgia’s little friend was becoming a pain in my ass. First, she got in Ravi’s face when he went to Craven House. Then she got Georgia out of the library, and finally, she interrupted us this morning. She was not going to interfere a fourth time.
“Rachel McMann,” Ravi said, like I should know the name. “She was Kate’s roommate.”
“Who the fuck is Kate?”
He stared at me.
I stared back at him.
“Wow.” Ravi blew out a breath. “You really don’t give a fuck, do you?”
“Depends on the subject.”
Did I give a fuck about some random chick Ravi knew? No. Georgia kneeing me in the balls, however… Know what hurts worse than getting kneed in the nuts?
Getting kneed in the nuts when your dick was hard. Georgia was definitely going to pay for that tonight. My balls still hurt. My dick had been aching for days now, so there was nothing new there.
“Kate was the girl who was supposed to be my bride before we ruined her,” Ravi explained.
Oh, okay. I remembered her now. “She was fun.”
Her friend, however… Wait… that was why Rachel looked so familiar. Huh. Some girls weren’t memorable. Bet Slater remembered her, though. She was all over him last year—poor guy. I had a few stage five clingers myself.
That shit wasn’t easy to shake off. I understood now why Ravi suggested we talk to his brother. If I were capable of feeling guilt, I might feel bad for what I was about to ask him to do.
“You’re a horrible brother,” I said to Ravi while pulling open the door and walking in.
Similar to most other universities, the athletic department at Renfrew was bigger than any other department. Sports—while nowhere near as important as science or other academics—always brought in money and sponsors.
The more trophies the school had, the more money they received. And Renfrew had a lot of trophies. We currently hold four state championships and three national titles. One of which Slater helped the football team achieve last year.
Some parents got pissed off when extra funds went into a team instead of a new lab, but that decision was nothing more than smart business. Winning teams brought in fans. Fans whowanted to support their team and school. I got it. That didn’t mean I didn’t get agitated every time I walked into the football team’s locker room.
Looking around, I grumbled at Ravi, “Can you believe this shit?”
This place was better equipped than top-tier gyms. State-of-the-art exercise equipment, a hot tub, a massage area, and a players’ only lounge with gaming consoles, a massive, big screen TV, and a snack bar.
Ravi shrugged. “I’ve seen better.”
“Where?” I’d like to see this mythical gym.
“My grandpa owned the Dallas Cowboys.”
Right. I forgot about that. Ravi’s family had nothing to do with that team now. When his grandpa died, his dad sold it. The General didn’t have time for sports, but he had no problem insisting that his sons sign up for them. It took Ravi two days to get kicked off the Junior Varsity football team. I still had no idea what he did, but whatever it was, it was bad enough to get him permanently banned from the sport.
“Check it out,” Ravi slapped my chest and pointed off to the right. “They upgraded the hot tub.”
Of course they did. “Our school funding at work.”
