“Fuck no!” they shouted in unison.
The sophomores glared, exasperated.
The one named Reggie glanced at the door. “What about the guys who just left?”
Dante shrugged. “What about ‘em? They failed the test.”
“You all are dicks,” Jegs laughed. “That was seriously just wrong.”
Cory coughed. “No, believing we’d wanna fuck your sorry asses is what’s wrong. So now, just for thinking that shit, you’ve earned yourselves another fun little task.”
Breck crossed his arms and eyed him. “What kind of task?”
Cory wagged brows. “Pedicures, you freaky bitches. Now go warm up some water.”