“You skank. I can’t believe you landed a D.O.G. when I struck out last night,” Tia whined.
“So the rumors are true?” someone else asked.
“Monte,” Kinley moaned. “Oh Monte.” Then she picked up a pillow from the couch and pretended to kiss it.
I rolled my eyes. “Can I go shower now?”
“Shower that boy’s scent off you? Are you crazy. I could smell you from halfway across the courtyard. I’d be parading it all over campus if I were you,” Chloe said.
I shook my head and grinned. “You’re all ridiculous.”
Monte
Chapter 19
The full reality of dating Zoey Rey didn’t hit me until I tried to take her to dinner in the cafeteria later that evening.
I’d given her as much of the day as I could muster so she could catch up on work and all that stuff.
The second her latest video posted I knew before my phone even dinged with the notification because all the guys had been waiting and watching.
This one was more about me than her though as I looked into the camera and explained what exactly the product was, but then it flashed to me helping her put the harness on and ended with her falling into my arms. The internet was losing its shit over it, and apparently so was Archibald Reynolds College.
“Look, there they are,” someone yelled when we walked into the dining hall.
All eyes were on us, and it was hard to ignore the whispers.
“You get used to it,” Zoey assured me as she walked around, ignoring them all. “I rarely ever eat in here though. We should take it to go.”
“No,” I said. “It’s fine.”
She was hesitant but nodded, put her to-go container away and picked up a tray and plate instead. I could feel her apprehension though.
I kept her by my side through the lines and then escorted her to the table the doghouse always claimed in the center of the room.
A few of the guys were already there eating.
Kevin grabbed my hand and pulled me into a bro hug. “Hi Zoey.”
“Hi.”
I motioned for her to sit down and took the seat next to her.
“How come we’ve never seen you eat in here?” one of the freshmen asked.
“She’s too famous to eat with us commoners, Oscar,” Jett, another pledge, teased.
I glared at him and his face dropped to his plate, not daring to say another thing.
“Hi, I’m Mark.”
“Zoey,” she muttered.
“I follow you on social media. It’s pretty cool that you go here too,” he said.
“Thanks. I always appreciate the follow.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
