Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I laughed into my beer, delighted that someone had physically assaulted Rogue the way I’d dreamed of for the past three weeks.
The two of them bickered while the auction continued in the background. Bellamy was listing all the merits of an overly peppy finance student when something smacked the side of his face. His palm went to his cheek, wiping what looked like blood from it, before a look of horror fell over his face.
“What the hell is that?” Wolf said, but before I could answer, all hell broke loose.
A group of women emerged from the crowd and hurled tampons through the air, all landing with a splat. Girls screamed, and the guys ran away like they were tossing live grenades, rather than bloody tampons. Assumably fake blood or pig’s blood, at the very least. I hoped.
“Hey, ho! Misogyny has to go!” the feminists we’d enlisted chanted. Most of them separated from the main group of girls in their auction T-shirts. One girl took off her shirt and shouted “free the nipple,” while another smeared the front of her frat shirt with “blood.” The rest of the auctionees scattered, leaving only Cassie standing amongst the carnage, a shit-eating grin on her face.
Rogue shouted something unintelligible before he shoved his way through the crowd, with Petey following.
“Jesus…” Wolf sighed, unwrapping his arm from me before he went to help wrangle the feminists out of the frat house.
“And to think, I thought this would be nothing but a bunch of slutty sorority girls embarrassing themselves,” Drew said, a grin covering her face.
“Aren’t you in a sorority?” She looked the part. Perfect hair, expensive clothes—I couldn’t work out why the hell she was at State.
“Might as well take advantage of my face fitting.” She shrugged. “Cheap room with a private bathroom that I don’t have to share…”
I could probably tolerate it for that. “Fair.” That was a lie. I’d last five minutes in a sorority.
“I’m really hoping that’s not another girl’s actual period blood on Bellamy’s face.”
“As opposed to your own period blood on your boyfriend’s face?”
She screwed up her nose. “Less gross than someone else’s.”
Cassie cut through the crowd and hopped to a stop in front of us. “This was so much better than I expected. I’m gonna go make popcorn to watch Rogue getting his ass handed to him by a hippy with hairier armpits than him.”
Drew watched her prance into the kitchen, then looked at me. “You two did this?”
“We just spread the word about the auction. We’re all about helping the penguins.” I faked a smile and did a little peace sign.
She burst out laughing. “I told Rogue he was an idiot for auctioning Cassie. How he ever thinks he has the upper hand with her…” She shook her head. “Idiot.”
“I think it’s like some weird foreplay for them—”
“Nope.” She gagged. “That’s disgusting.”
A few feet in front of us, one of the sorority girls shouted at a feminist, shoving her back a step.
“Duty calls. Got to pay for that cheap room.” She headed straight into the fray to help her sorority sister.
I, on the other hand, didn’t know what the hell to do. Obviously, I wanted to help the feminists, but I also needed plausible deniability, lest Rogue turn me in. I liked to think Wolf wouldn’t let him, but Rogue seemed a law unto himself, and I got the impression he wasn’t used to being told no. I didn’t want to make life hard for Wolf. Before I could make a decision, a sharp nail jabbed my shoulder. I turned away from the commotion to find Megan, arms crossed over her massive chest, her red lips set in a bitchy frown.
“I thought I told you to leave him alone?”
Seriously. Did she want to sew a name label on him like we were in kindergarten? The girl was mentally unstable.
“Or what, you’re going to slash me?”
In my hometown, if someone said they’d cut you, they were bringing a razor blade to school. There was a reason we’d had metal detectors. I had no doubt Megan was psycho, but she sure as hell was not Dayton psycho.
She gave me a nasty once-over. “You know he only dated you before because you were his high school girlfriend, and he didn’t want to be an asshole. But the truth is, there are just so many better options here than in your backwoods town. You’re just his convenient little frat sister. For now, at least.”
A knot of betrayal sank in my stomach at the thought that Wolf had told her about the little sister thing. She must have noticed because a sly smile pulled at her overly glossed lips.
“Yeah, he told me. You’re so desperate, it’s pathetic. Pining after a guy who’s completely out of your league.”
The words burrowed beneath my skin like a flesh-eating parasite. Gritting my teeth, I channeled the hurt into anger. Anger at her for saying it, at myself for believing it, for not having enough self-worth to just brush them off. I took a step toward her. “I don’t think you can call anyone desperate when you’re dressed like such a whore.”