He shot me a look. “The original, of course. Remakes never bring anything new to the table.”
“Agreed. I watched Sissy Spacek in Brian de Palma’s version after watching Chloë Grace Moretz, and there’s no comparison.”
“All irrelevant to what just walked out the door of this place together.”
I sighed. “I was thinking the same thing. Looks like Jamaica and I will have to plan an intervention. Unless Josie and the other girlwantto join Delta Chi, which is truly hard for me to believe.”
“I was thinking it more than coincidental those two had come for girls from yours and Jamaica’s floors.” Jimmy’s brow lifted. “Tory Miller’s had it in for you guys since the day she walked into this dorm. Watch your back, Chessly.”
Chapter Twenty
Finn
“How did your‘epic’ date go last night, Slick?” Danny asked as he leaned against my bedroom door.
Picking my dirty socks off the floor, I balled them up and slam-dunked them into my dirty-clothes hamper. “Nailed it.”
“On the first date?” His eyes rounded in surprise. “Didn’t see that coming.”
“I didn’t nail Chessly. Jeez. Give me some credit for being a gentleman.” I shook my head in disgust. “I nailed the date.” A grin ghosted over my mouth at the memory of Chessly’s expression when she saw the picnic I’d laid out on the turf. “I showed my lady a real good time.”
Giving me a slow clap, he said, “Good for you, man. You gonna see her again?”
“Studying together this afternoon.”
“Studying’?” he asked with air quotes. “Great euphemism.”
“Because wearestudying.” I rolled my eyes as I shouldered past him into the hall on my way to the stairs. “Chess has a big quantum physics midterm, and my asshole physical chemistry prof is still assigning daily problems and quizzes.”
I dropped down the stairs two at a time with Danny right on my heels. When I reached the bottom, I heard giggling coming from the kitchen.
“Sounds like someone has company this morning,” I said.
Behind me Danny chuckled.
The two of us walked in on Jamaica and Callahan nose to nose, smiling at each other. She sat on the countertop with her legs wrapped around him, the two of them oblivious to our presence until I cleared my throat—loudly.
Simultaneously, they turned their faces toward the doorway though the sides of their heads remained touching. “Good morning, Finn. How was your hot date?” Callahan asked before he put a little space between him and his girl.
“Epic. As promised.” I grinned.
Jamaica’s lips twitched. “Chess thought so too?”
The memory of my sweet girl grinding against me as I’d pinned her to the turf surged up in my brain, leaving a heaviness in my balls. “Yeah, pretty sure she had a good time.” I hid the rasp in my voice with a deliberate walk to the fridge. “We got any burritos left?” I glanced away from the open door to the fridge to catch my friends smirking at each other. “What?” I asked.
“I can’t decide if you’re lying to us or—” Callahan stopped and exchanged a knowing glance with Jamaica.
“Or?”
Whatever he saw on my face spread a cheesy grin over his. “Or you had an epic date last night.”
“It’s what I keep telling you assholes.” Clearing my throat, I added, “Not including you in that, Jamaica.”
She laughed. “I didn’t think you were.”
Danny stepped around me to peruse the contents of the fridge. “Doesn’t look like we have any burritos left. Who’s up for biscuits and gravy?”
Jamaica pushed off the counter to land practically on Callahan’s toes. “I’ll make the biscuits if you make the sausage and gravy,” she said to Danny.
