Page 84 of Palm South University: Season 2
THE BEST THING ABOUT GOINGto school in Florida is the spring weather. While the rest of the country is still battling with cold fronts and snow, we’re sitting pretty at eighty-five degrees under a partly-cloudy sky. There’s a light breeze rolling through the palm trees and Clayton inhales a deep breath, letting it go with a grin on his face. It’s the last day of Family Weekend, and as my little brother and I walk across campus to the College Showcase, I can’t help but smile along with him. It’s been amazing having him here.
“We should do this more often,” I say, tossing my arm over his shoulder. “Maybe you could fly down for Shark Week this summer.”
“That would be so awesome!” He shakes his head, eyes hidden behind Omega Chi branded sunglasses. “I can’t wait to go to college . . . to get out of Pittsburgh.”
I squeeze his shoulder firmly before dropping my arm and tucking my hands in my pockets. “You’ll be out of there soon enough, little brother. Just try to stay focused on your grades and sports while you’re there. Set up your future.”
He nods, squinting slightly as the sun peeks around a cloud. “I will.” When he turns to me, his expression is hard. “Once I leave, I’m never going back, Clinton.”
I swallow, knowing exactly where he is right now. I remember the feeling. I thought the longer I was at Palm South, the more it would fade away, but I can still remember every minute of hating life when I was waiting for high school to end. “I know, baby brother. I don’t blame you. I only go back because you’re there.”
Clayton’s brows furrow as we round the fountain and make our way toward the Student Union. “Our family sucks.”
I offer a short laugh. “Yeah, unfortunately you can’t choose your blood family, but you’ll always have me.” Smiling, I nudge him. “And when you rush, you get to pick a whole new band of brothers—ones who also don’t suck. Then, one day, you’ll find a girl, and she’ll make all the other girls feel so obsolete. You’ll marry her, you’ll have kids, and then before you know it, you have your own family.” I adjust the backpack of beer on my back, pulling the straps down so it adjusts higher on my shoulders. “And it’ll be up to you, then, to make sure that family doesn’t suck like ours did.”
Clayton smiles up at me, just a slight tug at the corner of his lips, but enough to let me know he needed to hear that. I pull him in for a noogie just as we reach the first row of tents outside the union. The fraternities and sororities always make up the entire first row, and when I spot Adam at the Alpha Sigma tent, I whistle through my teeth.
“Glad to see you’re still alive after Spring Break, Brooks.” I clap him on the back and he flips me the bird, but with a smile. “This is my little brother, Clayton.”
Adam shakes Clayton’s hand, lifting his sunglasses up into his hair. “Oh shit, there’s another generation of you? President Whittington is going to have a heart attack when your name comes across the admissions desk.”
I chuckle. “Just wait until he realizes Clayton is rushing, too.”
“God help us all.”
We all laugh for a second before Adam breaks the conversation long enough to talk to the mom of a pledge. He hands her a few pamphlets about their founders and heritage and runs over their philanthropic events before she nods and smiles, letting her son lead her to the food set up behind the tent. When Adam turns back to us, his smile fades, his eyes adjusting on something behind us rather than on our faces. He flicks his sunglasses back down and I spin to see what he’s looking at. When I find Cassie, her parents, and Grayson laughing as they make their way down the line of tents, I turn to Adam again, narrowing my eyes.
“Hey guys!” Cassie says cheerily when they reach us. I watch as her face transforms from ecstatic when she sees me to curious when she notices Clayton to absolutely terrified when she realizes Adam is behind us. Or maybe that’s nervous I’m seeing. Maybe both.
Something is weird between those two.
“Hey,” I greet, pulling her in for a hug. “Cassie, this is my little brother, Clayton.”
Clayton reaches out for her hand, sliding his sunglasses down his nose just enough to peek at her over the top of the shades. “Well hello, Beautiful. You can call me Baby Bear. How do you feel about younger men, sweetheart?”
Cassie’s mom blushes and covers her smile as her dad lets out a loud belly laugh. Her dad is odd-looking, sporting the same fiery red hair that Cassie has except with bronze skin and not a freckle in sight. Her mom, on the other hand, has light blonde hair and green eyes with pale skin, the apples of her cheeks peppered with freckles. It’s like Cassie is literally the perfect mix of the two.
“Damn, I need to step up my game,” Grayson says, reaching out his hand to shake Clayton’s next. “Sorry, Baby Bear, but this little lady is taken at the moment.”
Clayton shrugs. “We’ll see what the story is in four-and-a-half years when I turn eighteen.” Cassie’s parents laugh again, but Adam’s mouth is still in a thin line, his eyes hard on where Cassie’s hand is grasped firmly in Grayson’s.
I introduce myself to Cassie’s parents next and then they turn to Adam, expectant. He shifts, gripping the fliers in his hand a little too tightly as Cassie finally clears her throat. “Mom, Dad, this is Adam Brooks. He’s going to be the president of Alpha Sigma next year.”
Adam forces a smile, one that’s all teeth and charming as fuck. The kid is good, but I can still see that he’s hiding something. I knew the night of the Fratalina Wine Mixer. He’s lucky he was smart enough to call it off with Skyler. “Well, we’ll see. Elections haven’t happened yet.”
“We all know it’ll be you,” Cassie says again with a sweet smile, but her eyes look stressed, too, as they connect with Adam’s.
We chat for a while in what feels like a pleasant manner, though Adam, Cassie and I feel the awkward tension that lies beneath it. After Grayson tells Cassie’s dad how he works to pay for his tuition and everyone leans in for more, Adam excuses himself to go talk to a group of Alpha Sigma parents, but not until he and Cassie share another glance that says nothing but screams something fucked up all at once.
I catch Cassie’s eyes with my own after Adam’s gone and she flushes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looping her arm through Grayson’s, her attention snapping back to him. It’s then that I notice a familiar face at a tent two rows over behind Cassie.
A familiar face, but that’s all that’s familiar about her.
Shawna’s once-purple hair is now all black, falling straight down to her shoulders where it curls in soft waves. Her glasses are replaced with contacts, her normally casual and grungy style opted out in exchange for a knee-length white skirt and light yellow, button-up blouse. She’s even wearing wedges, which I didn’t realize she owned at all. Still, even with the changes, she’s fucking gorgeous, and a shit-eating grin spreads on my face at the sight of her.
“Be right back,” I murmur to Clayton before sprinting across the union to the tent she and who I assume are her parents are gathered around. I’m light on my feet, careful to watch the angle at which I approach. When I know I’m safe and she hasn’t seen me, I close the distance and scoop her into my arms from behind, spinning her around. She squeals, but not in the way I wanted, before wriggling out of my arms. I drop her gently to the ground and kiss her cheek, but she backs away quickly, her cheeks hot, a nervous smile on her face.
“Hi, Clinton,” she says, her bright green eyes darting to her parents before reconnecting with mine. “It’s nice to see you.”