Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Dad will kill us if he finds out.”
“Then we better make sure he doesn’t find out,” I quip.
“He’ll know if he comes to the game and we’re not there.”
“The Flyers are playing their next three games at home. Dad won’t even notice. Not unless Coach Bryant opens his mouth.”
“You know he’ll find out from someone.” He groans in frustration, blowing out a puff of air. “And now we have to build shit for sorority chicks.”
“Shannon’s in Kappa Delta,” I tell him.
“How do you know?”
“She wears shirts with their letters on them.”
Tucker snorts. “Like I know how to read Greek letters.”
“Maybe if you paid more attention in class, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” I snap.
He leans in to punch my arm, but I move to the side before his fist can contact my skin.
“Don’t be a dick, Trent. I wouldn’t have passed that test without your help.”
“Well, now you get an incomplete. And we’re both being punished. If you spent more time studying, you could pass this class on your own. I’m not switching places with you again. Don’t even ask me.”
“We never had a problem until now. How was I supposed to know that girl would tell on us? I didn’t know her name until Professor Cox called us into his office.”
“Uncle Carter will most likely be at our games,” I point out.
“Shit. We better tell Dad before he does.”
Our friend and teammate, Drake Donovan, is the son of Carter Donovan, our dad’s former teammate and best friend.
“This blows,” I mutter. “But we can figure it out later. I have to get to class.”
Tucker nods. “I’m meeting the guys. We’re grabbing a pizza from Gio’s.”
“Save me a slice.”
Tucker snickers. “That’s if Drake doesn’t eat it all.”
As I walk through the crowded courtyard, a group of girls run toward me, laughing and shouting. They look like a new sorority pledge class. Girls from various sororities scatter across campus every fall semester for ridiculous scavenger hunts, among other silly tasks.
The girls split up, veering in different directions, all headed for a guy in particular. A girl with long, red hair and huge tits rushes toward me and latches onto my arm. I haven’t seen her on campus, but I’d like to know her.
Our eyes meet for a split second, and bright green eyes stare back at me. She’s gorgeous, a perfect fucking ten with curves that fill out every inch of her jeans and top.
“I need a favor,” she says against my lips.
Chapter Two
Jemma
My stomach clenches in nervous anticipation of our next team-building assignment. It’s creepy quiet in the house. None of the girls at my sides appear to be breathing. Their backs are straight, hands at their sides, just as terrified as me.
Abby flashes a wicked smile at my pledge class. “Ladies, I have another mission for you.”
My older sister stands next to Abby Gale, the Kappa Delta president. Jordan beams with excitement, her smile so bright it should put me at ease. But it doesn’t.
Jordan glances in my direction, her eyes the same mossy green as mine. We’re separated by one year and have our mother’s red hair and pale skin. She gives me a look that says good luck, and nerves bubble up inside my chest.
“I know some of you think we’re making you do these things to embarrass you,” Abby says. “But I promise that’s not the case. All of us went through the same thing when we were pledges. These exercises will help you bond with each other and teach you how to work together.”
Abby tucks a loose curl behind her ear and clears her throat. “At noon sharp, we’re having a scavenger hunt, ladies. You’ll start on Greek Row and end at the Quad. Don’t let anyone fall behind, or all of you fail the mission.”
A few girls echo their dissatisfaction. I don’t make a sound. What’s the point? Our tasks so far have been pointless, and this one is no different.
I transferred to Strickland University in my junior year to make new friends and try new things. But this isn’t what I had in mind when my sister begged me to join our mother’s sorority.
After Abby finishes her speech, Jordan pulls me aside.
“Don’t worry, Jem. You got this.”
I lean into her and whisper, “How much more of this do we have to endure?”
“Not much.” Jordan cups my shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “I promise.”
“I hope so.”
“Try not to overthink it and have fun. Remember why you transferred to Strick U.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and nod.
Three hours later, I haul ass through the Quad with my pledge class. Sweat slides down my forehead, and my clothes stick to my body. My hair is matted to my forehead. I look like a wet animal and probably smell like one, too.
Starting at the fraternity houses, we had to collect random items on our scavenger hunt list. We worked as a team, some items more challenging than others. It was easy getting guys to hand over dumb shit like Magnum condoms and boxer briefs. Stealing—borrowing—one of the fraternity’s mascots was more of an issue, but we made a deal with the brothers.