Page 9 of Jace
It’s odd that they’re wearing hoodies at all. I’m only wearing some white band shirt with some sweat shorts, and I’m already sweating my ass off. But that's maybe because I'm not entirely accustomed to the warmer climate yet.
Lamar shrugs, sets his bag down too, and sits backwards on his seat to talk to me. “So, she never mentioned me, huh?”
I shake my head. “No, but she didn’t come home the last couple of nights, said she went to a friend. So I guess the friend was you?”
“Well yeah, of course she–wait what? Are you her new roommate?” He frowns, obviously displeased with that fact. “I thought some girl from her French class was supposed to move in.”
“Well, no, I needed a place to stay, so she canceled that. She never mentioned me either, I guess?” Lamar shakes his head, still wearing a frown. “No worries, we’re just friends. I’ve known her since we were three, so she’s like my baby sister.”
I chuckle when he looks relieved, but a sharp pain shoots through my head, causing me to grab it immediately and groan. Stupid headache.
“Rough night?” the other guy asks, now sitting backwards as well and leaning on my desk, also boasting stupidly impressive arms. His nicely dark tan really brings out their muscles, though.
I divert my gaze and shrug at him. “Probably not the best idea to have an early class on Monday.”
“Probably not the best idea to get your drink on when you have an early class on Monday.”
“Well, when you put it like that.” I rub my hands over my face, contemplating just skipping this class and going back to bed. Alone, because last night I upheld the renewed promise I made to myself. No more hook-ups, even though I had my pick.
Suddenly a blue Gatorade appears in front of me.
“Here, drink that. It’ll help,” the guy says as I frown at the bottle. “I'm not kidding. They’re packed with electrolytes. Good for hangovers.”
“Thanks…?” I look up at his big brown eyes, and he gives me a friendly grin, popping out some gorgeous dimples.
“Tyler. Tyler King.”
“Yeah, the King!” somebody shouts, having overheard us. I chuckle when a faint blush appears beneath Tyler’s dark scruff, and he averts his head. Looks like he’s not a big fan of the attention. I take a few swigs of the drink, savoring the cool liquid, and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Sooo, The King, huh?” His eyes meet mine once again. “Should I address you as ‘His majesty’?”
“Oh, please don’t.”
“You prefer ‘Your highness’?”
He shakes his head, looking horrified.
“I think my lord would have to do. Don’t you think, Lord King?”
Lamar's laughter fills the room as he playfully pushes a bewildered Tyler. “I like this guy,” he snickers. “Even if he lives with Missy.”
“Are you dating her?” I ask, growing curious. She really never mentioned him, and I wonder why.
“Oh no, I like her, but it's purely physical for now. Too much of me to go around.” He makes an obscene gesture with his hips.
Well, that probably explains it.
“So my lord.” I redirect my attention to Tyler, who’s looking at Lamar like he’s crazy. “Why do you have class with the peasants at this ungodly hour? Shouldn’t you be lounging somewhere, being fed grapes by your harem?”
His laugh rumbles deeply. “I wish. Training is in the afternoon and early evenings most days. So a lot of players of different sports have early classes.”
“That makes sense, I guess.” I smile at him, letting my eyes wander over his tall frame and awesome muscle definition, accentuated by his light brown complexion. With his dark hair peeking from under his backward ballcap, the pouty bottom lip, and the scruff? Yeah, it wouldn’t be hard for him to find a harem alright. I might even sign up.
Biting my own bottom lip, I refocus on his face, only to find him staring at my mouth.
Well,hellothere.
I grin. “Up here, handsome.”
