“No, asshole. I just know a sleazeball when I see one.” He was far too close to me. My stupid body was reacting to him, like itrecognizedhim. Good God, he was intimidating, but sweet baby Jesus, he really washot.
“I don’t think I like you,” Jett declared as he looked me over again.
Asshole.
“I don’t think I care.” With a tight smile, I turned away from him and made my way down the stairs.What a complete douche. At the doors, I couldn’t help myself, and I looked back up at him. The girl from the floor was talking to him, her hand on his arm, her thumb rubbing his bicep as she plastered herself to his side.
Jett wasn’t paying any attention to her; his eyes were locked on mine. His trademark smirk appeared as he stared at me. Swallowing past the sudden lump in my throat, I flicked him the finger before I turned my head away and walked out of the class.
Tossing my blonde hair over my shoulder, I headed outside. Putting my sunglasses on to cut out the glare of the Tennessee sun, I decided today’s encounter was actually a good thing. We didn’t circulate in the same groups, and chances were this was the last time we would ever be face-to-face with each other again, and I was fine with that.
Jett Santo was nothing but a hiccup, and I was ready to move past it. Notch him down to experience, I told myself. A bad one? Possibly. But an experience, nevertheless. And in my favor, he had no idea who he hadnotchedinto his bedpost, and he wouldneverknow.
I knew that this was a win for me. As I walked out into the sunshine, I recognized that, as crummy as it feltright now, I would take the win.
Chapter 4: Jett
The good thing about being legacies was that we got the run of the house. The other guys who shared with us deferred to us, and we got the best rooms. The worst thing about being legacies is that there was no peace or quiet; people were everywhere, constantly.
Which I usually complained about, but after the conversation with Coach today, I was on a mission. Whoever the blonde was from Friday, someone in this house must have seen her.
Gray was already in the kitchen, talking to a few of the guys. In total, twelve of us lived in the house. Gray, Ash, and I had the top floor. The game room was in the basement, along with two bedrooms where the freshmen were usually dumped. On the ground floor, there were three bedrooms as well as two reception rooms and a dining kitchen. On the next level up were four bedrooms along with the main master bathroom, which none of us used, so we usually allocated that bathroom for parties. When we had them. Which was rare.
The house used to be known as a party house, but neither myself, my brother, nor my cousin were here to party our way through college. We were serious about getting our degrees and more serious about our spots on the team.
Myspot was in danger, and there was absolutely no way I was losing it because of some loose pussy and a spiked drink.
Anger coursed through my veins as I thought about it. I didn’t know what I’d even taken, for fuck’s sake, and had my senses not been so fucking numb from Coach telling me that I had failed a drug test, then I would have paid more attention to the drug results other than the small, neatly printed “failed.”
Gray took one look at me and angled his body so that he was blocking my sight of the other guys. That was my brother’s subtlehint that I was wearing my emotions, something both of us had been taught from an early age by our older brother to never do. It was a trait we taught Ash when we were younger, which is why so many people thought we were heartless assholes.
Well, wewereheartless assholes, but even if we weren’t, we wore the masks of indifference well.
“Guys,” I said as I walked around the kitchen island to see who exactly my brother was talking to.
“Hey,” Gray greeted when he turned to look at me over his shoulder. “How’s the ankle?” His quick look at my ankle reminded me I was supposed to be injured. This was so much shit.
“Annoying,” I snapped angrily, catching my twin’s quick grin at my tone.
“Heard you took a knock from Ash,” Jamie said as he looked me over. He was one of our defensive ends and was a complete dick. He tried to wipe me out every practice despite the fact that we were on the same fucking team.
“Yeah, my cousin forgets his own strength.”
Jamie snorted but said nothing. Again, I caught my brother’s look and, swallowing my temper, headed to the fridge.
“So, is Quinn going to come over tomassageyou better?” Derrick asked with a grin to his friends.
“Shut your mouth, dickhead,” Gray snarled before he turned to me. “I’ll take a water,” he said as he joined me at the fridge. “Ash is going to be here a little bit later,” he told me quietly as he took the bottle off me.
“Why?” I asked him as I scanned the fridge for something light and easy.
“Because he is.” Gray reached past me and took out some cold cuts of chicken. “Get the tomatoes and the lettuce,” he instructed as he headed to the island, where a chopping boardwas already set up. Within moments, he was making sandwiches for us both, while I sat on a barstool and watched him.
“Hey, so when I heard you got dragged into Coach’s office, I thought it was because you had been to the party on Friday night,” Derrick said as he propped up against the counter I was leaning on.
“You drinking the night before the game?” Jamie asked me as his eyes narrowed.
“Just one.” The lie wasn’t really a lie. I only remembered one beer. “He was there too.” I pointed at Derrick.
