Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
Why he even goes to classes is beyond me, but then again, one can assume he’s smart enough to know he will need his education for when his body gives out.
Then again, I swear the man is one of those lucky bastard’s who happen to be naturally good at everything.
Intelligence, he has it by the boatloads. We had Biology together last year, he casually strolled in and out without a care in the world. On the outside, it was like he wasn’t into the class at all. Except when grades and projects came out he was always scoring at the top of the class.
Looks, he’s got women falling at his feet. I hear those noises too when they scream out his name. Schade Britton has it all.
I just can’t help but wonder if he even has an ounce of consideration for anyone else.
He’s everything I detest and deep inside everything I crave. What a conundrum inside of me. Taut muscles cut throughout his body, long brown hair that he wears back in a man bun, and turquoise eyes that should be made into a contact lens color. He skates by in life. In classes here at the college, he does exactly what’s asked of him and nothing more. It’s like he does everything naturally. He was born to be a winner or something.
He’s loud, he’s cocky, and he’s sexy as sin.
CHAPTER 2
Wild and Free
SCHADE
Trapped.
The weather is keeping me caged. Ever since I can remember I love being outdoors. Hiking, fishing, or just sitting in the damn grass. If I could live in a tent or spend nights sleeping in a damn hammock, I’d be happy.
Being confined is a death sentence for me.
I lost a bet to Charlie and it kept me at the dorms instead of the frat house. It really doesn’t matter. A place to shit, shower, and sleep, that’s all I need. This will get me through.
I try to spend as much time outdoors as possible. I have one quarter left here and I’m back to the house with the brothers.
The rooms are bigger and the beds too. A twin bed with my six feet, three-inch frame doesn’t sleep well. Plus, I like my fraternity brothers.
Allen, my roommate sucks. I spend more hours working out just to keep from punching the fucker. He constantly brings home chicks, and the sick fuck has them call out my name as he gets them off just to keep me up. I’ve learned to just leave and crash in my car than deal with the head games he plays.
Honestly, I simply need to stop betting with my brothers. Every single time, it seems, I draw the short straw, or lose.
The most recent one was a game of beer pong. I’m the fucking champion and the one time I bet on myself I lost.
And I lost big.
I have to fill in for Theo on his blind date. It’s a thing we have set up in the fraternity. A totally fake dating profile on three online sites. We use the same name, same biography, and we each have to take a turn on a date. Theo’s turn was next. Now, I have to go, pretend to be him, and then still do my own time. Two dates that could be epic or could be absolute hell.
As if being on one date isn’t punishment enough.
Fuck my life right now. I push it down since I can’t release my frustration jumping around buildings and parks, I’ll just make shit work here. I continue to lift weights knowing if the RA gets wind of my equipment in here, I’m sure to be kicked out. Not that it’s a bad thing if I do, I have a place to stay in the frat house. But I like to keep my word even when I lose a bet which means lasting the rest of this semester.
Maybe my date won’t be awful.
I’ll check in tonight and find out my fate.
CHAPTER 3
Experiences
ARYN
“Bottoms up, buttercup!” Monica squeals beside me as we take the shots.
I raise my eyebrows at her. “I thought it was suck it up, buttercup?” I slur and then grab the lemon wedge to suck.
“Fuck if I know, we got this shit out of order or maybe in order,” she laughs loudly. “Lick it, suck it, slam it. Not lick it, slam it, suck it … or wait, is that right?”
I have no clue. The room is already spinning before we ever take this shot. I’ve lost count and the buzz is too strong for me to even attempt to sort it out.
“I don’t think I’m supposed to be drunk before I meet my date.” I explain pushing away the shot Monica has lined up in front of me.
She’s my other best friend and closest sorority sister. Monica and I came to college together from our small town high-school looking for a bigger pond to explore, so to speak.