Page 5 of Flip the Field
“Yes,” She grabbed me around the shoulder and kissed my cheek. “You are the best. I’ve got to go.”
Emmy took off toward the other side of the party. I looked up and my eyes fell on Duncan. I cut my gaze away from him and camped out at our table until it was an appropriate time to leave. I managed to stay away from Duncan for the rest of the night.
The next weekend, I wasn’t as lucky.
* * *
We walkedinto the sorority party, making an appearance because at a small college, if you didn’t show up to an event, it generated more questions than it answered.
April wasn’t the partying type. She went for my benefit, and to get out of her dorm room and away from her neighbor’s eclectic song choices seeping through the walls.
“You sure you want to go to this party?” She dragged her feet behind me while I tugged her forward. The Theta Delta Gamma threw the best parties.
And if I ran into Thackeray College’s newest football recruit, bonus.
“I don’t think Brady is the sorority party kind of guy.”
How could she read my mind?
“I’m not here to see Brady,” I scanned the room. “I’m here to enjoy and embrace the college experience.”
She snickered.
Brady was nowhere to be found. I hid my disappointment.
“OMG, Amerie, April,” A wall of blond hair flipped my way. I couldn’t duck fast enough. “You look amazing.” Theresa Ford leaned in to give me proper Hollywood air kisses. I reciprocated. She hated me our freshman year because Duncan went after me instead of her, but if the rumors were true, they were still sleeping together occasionally, when she wasn’t trying to fuck the hockey team or the rugby team.
“Come in and enjoy the party.” She waved around like she owned the place. Her high-pitched voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
When she was out of ear shot, I couldn’t resist. “As Mrs. Seinfeld would say, I hate her like poison.” April cracked up and dragged me toward the bar. Before I could grab my obligatory red cup, an arm pulled me backwards.
Not again.I recognized the muscular forearm locked around my waist and the smell of expensive cologne and cheap beer.
“I need you.” Duncan guided me into an adjacent room. His face was red and his eyes drooped. The team lost their first game this afternoon.
I looked around for help. A few people were lounging on the couches. At the other end, a raucous game of beer pong was in full swing.
“Why do you need me?” I pushed his hand away. He trapped me between his arms up against the wall.
“I think we should try it again,” He looked down at me and licked his lips.
“Try what?” I sighed.
“Us,” He leaned into me. “You know that the two of us just make sense.”
“In what universe?” I tilted my head up and pushed him back. “You have hundreds of women, hell, five in this room, who haven’t taken their eyes off you. Why do you want me?”
“Those women,” he waved his hand, “don’t make sense.” This lofty statement didn’t keep him from peeking behind him to actually see the women panting over him. I wasn’t one of them. “Come on, Am. At least hang out with me tonight. We lost the game. I need you to make me feel better.” He pouted.
I checked my brain. Nope. No effect whatsoever.
“I can’t,” I shook my head.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m seeing someone,” I knew it was a bad idea when the words left my mouth, but I couldn’t stop them.
“Who?”
