“Trust me, I’ve been home for the past few weekends-I needed this night out.” It’s more appropriate for a bonfire or night at home than a college party, and when Tessa shoots me that sympathetic face-lips turned down at the corners, eying me skeptically-I manage a soft laugh. Tessa-a girl I lived next door to in the dorms freshman and sophomore year and remained friends with-flips her perfectly coifed hair, eyeing up my soft sweater, the one I always wear when I’m getting over a cold, or sick, because it’s cozy, oversized, and comforting. “No offense, Scarlett, but if you didn’t feel good when I invited you to come with us tonight, you should have said something. "Rowdy" Wade is the hot shot short-stop for the university's baseball team-and the unlucky bastard who drew the short straw: keep little Miss Goody Two-Shoes out of the Baseball House.īut week-after-week Scarlett returns, determined to get inside. NO GUY WANTS A GIRL AROUND WHO KEEPS THEIR JOCK FRIENDS FROM GETTING LAID. And if keeping her friends out of trouble, and guys out of their pants, was a sport, she'd be the star athlete.īeing a well known jock-blocker gets her noticed for all the wrong reasons just like that, she's banned from Jock Row. Week-after-week, she visits Jock Row with her friends-the university's hottest party scene and breeding ground for student athletes. The one holding your hair back while you're worshiping the porcelain gods. Scarlett is always the sensible one: The sober driver.
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