Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“I’m not walking away from Trent, regardless of what some girl writes about them on her blog.”
Zoe nods. “You like him, huh?”
“Who wouldn’t?” Riley chimes. “The Kane twins are set your panties on fire hot.”
I giggle at her comment but don’t add my two cents. They eventually move onto another topic, to my relief.
The line inches along the pavement until almost twenty minutes pass, and we climb the stairs. We halt in front of a good-looking guy dressed as a pimp with a cane and top hat, money shoved in the pockets of his black jacket. Lipstick is on his collar, spreading up his neck where he has lip marks in different shades.
He’s hunched over on a stool on the porch, shuffling money in his hands. Ignoring us, he stuffs some of it in a box next to him and then leans back against the house, his eyes fixed on us. Scanning every inch of our bodies, he takes us in for a few seconds too long.
“Give me your hand,” he says.
I’m not sure which one of us he’s talking to.
Jordan grabs my hand and pushes me toward the dark-haired boy. “This is my sister, Jemma,” she tells him. “It’s her first time. Be nice to her.”
A strange look crosses his face, and then he cups his hands around his mouth and yells, “Fresh meat.”
The boys on the roof howl, and this time, I can’t stop laughing at how stupid this is. A group of guys on the porch also howl in unison, so I assume they all belong to the fraternity.
He grabs my hand, and I tug it away from him. “What are you doing? Is this some weird initiation thing?”
He laughs, a smile on his lips, and then he looks at Jordan. “You sure she’s cool?”
Not the least bit wounded by his comment, I snicker.
Jordan steps forward, her hands on her hips, and his eyes follow. She cups his knee with her hand and smiles. “Give her a break, Romeo.”
Romeo? I try so damn hard not to laugh. A guy who calls himself Romeo just insulted me. Tonight is becoming priceless by the second. From the looks of Romeo, he’s not all that charming. More like a dick. But a cute one.
Romeo nods and takes Jordan’s hand, placing a green stamp on her skin. I strain to get a better look, but he commands me to give him my hand and marks my skin with three Greek letters before I can.
After Romeo stamps each of our hands, he calls over four of his fraternity brothers, who lead us into the house. The music is even louder inside, a classic rock beat mixed with a new rap song cranking through the speakers. A large bass in the corner pounds, the vibration from the music sending a tremor up my legs.
In the massive living room, people are grinding on each other. Girls in string bikinis with their asses on full display practically hump a few guys in the middle of the floor.
Once we reach the kitchen, the guys who helped us through the crowd stop in front of a long bar spanning the room’s right side. A tall guy with dark brown hair and a thick chest commands the bartender’s attention. He nods and then retrieves a stack of red Solo cups from beneath the bar, placing them on top of the wood. The bartender fills our cups with beer, passing them around, and I watch his every move. I’ve heard rumors about fraternity parties. I’m not taking any chances.
“You okay?”
A cute guy with shaggy brown hair appears at my side. I look up at him, stunned by his question.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You look ready to jump out of your skin,” he mutters.
I shrug, unsure of what gave him the impression. Am I acting that weird? “I’m fine.”
They pass beers to us. I take a sip from the cup as if I’m desperate for a drink—anything to avoid making conversation with this guy about my apparent awkwardness.
“What’s your name?” he asks me. I tell him, and then he offers his. “Professor.”
I stare up at him, perplexed by his strange nickname. “Why do people call you Professor?”
“Just a name my brothers gave me when I pledged.”
“Because he’s smart,” one guy says from behind us.
“More like a smartass,” another says, laughing.
I chuckle at their comments. Fraternity guys are… different. Less than ten minutes into this party, I’ve already met Romeo and Professor. Who’s next? I laugh on the inside, making a private joke about how silly all of this is.
Jordan and her friends are talking to three guys, which leaves me with Professor, who hasn’t left my side. I still want to laugh but somehow keep a straight face.
“I’ve never seen you around,” Professor says, speaking over the loud music.
“I’m a transfer student.”