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Chapter Four

Trent

I ’m standing in front of my usual table in the cafeteria, telling my friends a story, when I spot her—the same girl with long red hair and big green eyes from the Quad.

Jemma with a J.

She’s dressed in a short skirt with Greek letters on her ass and a tight white shirt that makes it easy to see her bra through the material.

Her tits are huge, well over a handful, and I can’t stop thinking about how they will feel in my hands.

High heels stress her killer legs, begging me to touch them.

Until she kissed me, I’d never seen her before. Maybe she’s a freshman, considering she’s pledging Kappa Delta. Her red hair, curvy body, and nice plump lips stand out in a crowd. Her tits practically pop out from the top of her shirt, filling out every inch of the fabric.

Jemma looks the most out of place as if she doesn’t feel like she belongs with the girls surrounding her. Our eyes meet, and she holds my gaze for a second. We share a moment that ends as quickly as it began before she follows behind the group of girls.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell my friends and walk away from the table.

The Kappa Delta girls are almost at the buffet line, and I’m not far behind them. I push through the crowded cafeteria, intent on catching up to her. I move through the masses, eventually finding her at the dessert buffet.

She grabs a few plates and a handful of bowls from the end of the counter and sets them on the tray in front of her on the metal rail. With her head turned toward the food, I sneak up on the other side of her.

I tap her on the shoulder. “Funny seeing you here.”

She turns around, and I give her one of my boyish smirks, hoping it does the trick. And it does.

“A girl’s gotta eat,” she quips.

Shannon Brady, Jamie’s girlfriend, walks toward us. “Hey, Jemma. Is this idiot giving you trouble?”

“Not yet,” I say with a sly grin.

Shannon slaps me on the back. “Is Jamie with you?”

I nod. “He’s at our usual table.”

Shannon glances at our table and then looks at Jemma while speaking to me. “I need to talk to my Little Sister for a second.” She tugs Jemma’s arm and pulls her away from me, leading her to the salad bar.

Why the fuck did Shannon pull Jemma away from me? She gave me a look that said I wasn’t good enough to share the same airspace as this girl, making me even more curious about her.

Shannon walks away with Jemma at her side, and neither looks back in my direction. So, I guess they’re both dissing me. That’s never happened before.

What the fuck?

Annoyed, I head back to my table. I sit across from Jamie and say, “What’s up with your girl? She just fucking cock blocked me.”

Jamie snorts with laughter. “No, she didn’t. Shan would never do that.”

“Well, she just did. I was in line talking to that girl over there…” I point at Jemma, “… and Shannon made her go back to her table.”

Jamie glances at Shannon’s table. “I wouldn’t get all pissy with Shannon just yet. You know how sorority chicks are about their rules. I’m sure it wasn’t personal.”

“It sure as fuck felt personal,” I counter, my anger seething.

Everyone stares at me like I’m overreacting. Maybe I am. But damn, that shit pissed me off. Who the hell does Shannon think she is getting in the way? I know she did that on purpose, but there was something about her demeanor that I can’t shake.

“Since when do you give a shit about a girl you don’t even know?” Preston asks me, his elbows on the table.

“I don’t even know her,” I spit back at Preston. “But Shannon needs to stay out of my business.”

“Don’t act all crazy over nothing. I’ll talk to her,” Jamie offers. “But I doubt she meant anything by it. Chill out and go get something to eat.”

“Nah, I’m good. I told Tucker I’d meet him back at the house to tell our dad in person about the suspension. We’re having dinner with our parents. I think my sister’s home from Paris, too.”

Drake peeks up from his plate, his mouth full of food. “Good luck with that, bro. Your dad will have a stroke.” He gives me a wicked smirk. “Say hi to Ava for me.”

The motherfucker winks when speaking about my older sister. She’s a fashion model and is home for the next month.

Preston wiggles his eyebrows. “Yeah, say hello to Ava for all of us.”

I shake my head. “Assholes. Stay away from my sister.”

Jamie doesn’t add fuel to the fire, though he gives me a worried look. “Yeah, good luck with your dad.”

Drake looks at Preston. “Uncle Tyler will get their sorry asses in check.”

“We’ve got our dad covered,” I tell them. “I’m more worried about missing games.”

“No more fucking off,” Preston adds. “We can’t afford to lose you and Tuck for more than two games.”

“Okay, Cap,” I say to Preston since he’s our team captain, raising my hand to my forehead to mock salute him.

He rolls his eyes at me and shoves a forkful of chicken into his mouth. “If Tuck needs help with his classes, all he had to do was ask one of us. You can’t take every test he doesn’t feel like studying for.”

“It wasn’t like that,” I groan. “You guys don’t get it.”

Tucker parties way too much and studies even less. But it’s Tuck, my twin brother, who I would do anything for. They will never understand the bond we share.

Preston drops his fork. “Tuck was too busy getting drunk and hooking up with sorority chicks to study for the test. And so you did what you normally do and bailed him out.” He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Am I wrong?”

I glare at him, not wanting to admit he’s right.

He’s one hundred percent on point. Tucker spends a lot of nights partying at the Delta Sigma Phi house when he should be home studying. He deserves the punishment handed down by Dean Whittaker. But I also earned the suspension when I helped him because that’s what I do.

I press my palms to the table and slide off the chair. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

They utter their goodbyes. I take one last look at Jemma from across the room.

She’s busy waiting on her sorority sisters with a bored look.

I smile at her pained expression, not because I enjoy her pain but because I see a little of myself in her right now.

And now I have to go deal with my father’s wrath and my mother’s disappointment.