Mia snorted and looked at Wade with a twinkle in her eye. “Apparently, the girl from Friday isalsoslippery, as it seems the star QB doesn’t know her name and is fuzzy on her details.”
“Fuck off.” Wade almost spat his sandwich out in disbelief. “He banged her, kept the whole house up, and he doesn’t knowwhoshe is?”
Mia shook her head in amusement. “Nope. Charming, isn’t he?”
“I saw him on Friday, met him for the first time. He seemed like an okay guy.” Wade shrugged. “Didn’t seem that drunk tome.” Wade grinned. “But I was, so maybe I’m not the best judge.”
“You did?Youmet him?” I asked Wade. “Where were you?”
“Heading to Cedar, you know they throw the best parties. Sticks was already there,” Wade said with a wink.
Cedar? Jett had been at Cedar? None of this made sense to me. I’d been at Oakwood.
“Well, drunk or not, I don’t fancy being the girl when he finds her,” Mia commented as she finished her lunch. “In fact, she may be safer transferring. Can you imagine what’s going to happen when he finds her?”
“Why?” I swallowed hard. “It’s not that bad, is it?”
“Seriously?” Mia looked at me in question. “I know nothing about football, but she’s the reason he’s suspended from playing, which evenIknow is the only thing he seems to have any interest in. He’s going to make her life miserable. And even if he doesn’t, everyone in that househeardthem having sex . . . Either way, her life’s going to be so miserable.”
“For sure,” Wade agreed.
Well, when you put it like that . . .shit.
Chapter 12: Jett
“Hey, baby,” Elise greeted.
I looked down at her as she stepped into my space. The urge to push her away from me was strong, but I needed something from her, and therefore, I had to bite my tongue from cursing her out. “Elise,” I said as I saw Ash look away, trying to hide his grin. Asshole.
Those talons of hers snaked up my chest, over my shirt, and one ran down the side of my neck. Jerking my head away from her, I sidestepped, ignoring her frown. “Not good enough for you?” she sneered at me.
No. “Do you really want me to answer?”
Smoothly ignoring me, she carried on. “I heard that thewholehouse heard you on Friday night fucking the girl thatI’mhelping you find.” Elise glared at me as she crossed her arms across her ample chest, pushing the girls up in her low scooped T-shirt.
“Who told you that?” I asked as I looked up and over the students milling about in the hall of the economics building.
“Jamie.”
That fucker.
“When did you and Jamie get cozy?” Ash asked her as he slung an arm casually over her shoulders. “Not like you to go defense.”
“Jamie doesn’t talk shit,” Elise answered as she stared right at me.
“Really?” I mimicked her pose as I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall with a casual look over her. “He tell you that you’re the tightest pussy he’s been in? You’re not.”
Ash laughed as he pulled Elise closer. “Or did he tell you he’s never ass fucked anyone? Because he’s already been through the back door with Three,” he whispered as his tongue licked Elise’sneck before he bit her earlobe. He gave a light laugh when she winced as he gave her a slight push away from him. “He tell you that you were special?” Ash mocked.
Elise glared at both of us, and I saw her anger building, but I also watched as she contained it, and I felt disappointment at her desperate attempt to pretend we didn’t matter. To girls like Elise, we wereallthat mattered. Which was sad, because she was hot enough, and more importantly, she wasn’t stupid; she was just deluded that she thought banging her way through the football team meant she would eventually snag herself a football player.
“You’re dicks, both of you.” Elise tossed her hair over her shoulder before she turned and started to walk away from us both. “Find your own fuck buddy,” she called over her shoulder.
With a smirk, I looked at Ash, who was grinning openly as he watched her stalk off. “Bless her heart,” I mimicked and snort-laughed when he clutched at his heart and batted his lashes.
“She’s pissed you banged someone else, but she’s hooking up with Jamie to make you jealous?” Ash was grinning as we started to go into class together. “At what point does that make sense?”
“She’sspecialin some things,” I said as we climbed the stairs to the back row. The lecture room was vast and held over two hundred students. Anyone who took economics as a minor or took this course as an elective all sat this class together. It was also an hour forty lecture, and Ash and I had claimed the back row the very first week, where we could sleep through it if we needed before our four-hour training practice that followed.
