“Keep telling yourself that, O’ Bearded One.”
“For fuck’s sake. If I feed you, will you guys shut up already?” Reid asks, pushing his textbook aside. He picks up his bag and upends it. Protein bars, trail mix, and apples tumble out, forming a munchie mound in the center of the table. “Some of us actually need to study.”
We descend on the food like a pack of ravenous wolves.
I grab a protein bar and tear it open. “You always did know the way to my heart.”
“Yeah, well, the way to mine is silence,” he shoots back, repositioning his textbook. “I have an exam in career management and I’ve got to pull at least a B.”
At that, we all pipe down. It’s no secret Reid works hard to make grades and none of us wants to be the reason he misses the Dean’s List. It shouldn’t matter. He’s the captain of the team and one of the best damn quarterbacks in the country. His future is with the NFL, but he’s clearly taken Coach’s lectures about the Waverly tradition of academic excellence to heart.
I delete Noah’s text and open the conversation with Quinn. She still hasn’t responded, but it’s all good.
I’m confident enough to text twice in a row.
Me: Should I expect to see you at the Sig Halloween party this weekend, or are you done with Greek Row now that you’ve completed your mission?
I devour the protein bar while I wait for a reply. It’s bland and gritty, but beggars can’t be choosers. I’m shining an apple on my shirt when she finally responds.
Quinn: *shrugging emoji* I may swing by for a bit. See what trouble I can get into. What about you?
Me: I’ll be there. I’ve already got my costume.
It’s a classic.
Quinn: Oh? Do tell.
Quinn: No, wait. Let me guess. Han Solo?
A slow grin spreads across my face as I type a reply.
Me: The only way I’m going as Han is if you go as Leia.
Quinn: Hard pass. Can you imagine me in a white dress?
Yes. Yes, I can and it would be fucking glorious. All that sexy red hair coiled in tight buns, just waiting to be unleashed.
Blood rushes to my cock and I have to adjust myself before replying.
Me: If you’re worried about stains, you could always wear Leia’s iconic gold bikini.
Quinn: *eyeroll emoji* Yeah, then I’d just have to worry about freezing my ass off.
And what a sweet little ass it is.
Quinn: If you’re not going as Han, what are you going as?
I could tell her, but what would be the fun in that?
Me: If you really want to know, you’ll have to swing by Saturday night and see for yourself.
36
QUINN
Haleyand I roll up to the Sig house just before eleven with Bryan and his roommates. We pre-gamed at their apartment, and after two beers, I can see why Haley didn’t want to set me up with any of them. Cam and Isaiah are nice enough, but J is severely lacking in the maturity department.
Exhibit A? He’s dressed as a banana and has anEat Mesign pinned to his crotch.
