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"Hi. Can I get a medium white mocha?" He nods, getting to work on making my drink.
“I’ll call you later. You have plans after class?”
“Yeah. I’m getting lunch with Ireland.” He groans before we hang up.
I grab my coffee and hand the guy a ten, telling him to keep the change. I make my way to the other side of campus and my next class.
As soon as class is over, I make my way to the quad where I’m supposed to meet Ireland. I see her sitting on a bench, talking to someone. She’s flipping her damn hair like the little hoe she can be, touching the person’s arm every few seconds.
I swear, she’s the biggest whore I know, which is why I never like her and Jagger in the same room. She wouldn’t think twice about flirting with him. Then again, she flirts with almost everyone.
As I get closer, the person looks up, those hazel eyes piercing me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I pull my phone out and send Jagger a quick message before I call her name. "Ireland!"
She turns around and waves, motioning me over. I bite the inside of my lip and take a deep breath before I make my way toward her. She pats the bench next to her and I take a seat, my eyes never leaving his. His cocky smirk is almost as bad as when Jagger gives it to me. I just want to slap it off his face.
"Ireland, I thought we were getting food," I say.
"We are, but I saw this tall drink of water and had to stop to talk with him." She giggles and runs her hand down his arm again. I just might throw up. She’s acting like every other girl who hangs all over my brother and his friends.
"We’ve met,” I grumble. I don't want to be within a few hundred feet of him, let alone sitting right next to the smug bastard. I don't look at my phone as it goes off in my pocket. I already know it's Jagger telling me to run in the other direction. He's going to be pissed I am ignoring him, but I’m not leaving my best friend in the hands of this crazy Jagger twin.
Yeah, I don't think I'll ever call him by his actual name. I think “Jagger twin” has a certain ring to it.
“Yeah, we’ve already had the pleasure.” He grins at me.
"It wasn't a pleasure. Why are you sniffing around my friend? Mad that I told you to go fuck off?" I grin right back at him.
His grin falls, making me smile wider…until I hear the roar of a Harley. I close my eyes briefly. When I open them again, I see the slight displeasure written all over his face. He obviously knows what the sound means, so I can only guess he and his big brother already had a little chat today.
“You called him?” he sneers at me.
I shrug. I know he’s only trying to fuck with Jagger, and I'll do whatever I can to protect him.
“He isn’t always going to be able to come to your rescue. He’ll be gone, then who will you have?”
He gets up just as I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Without having to turn around, I know Jagger’s getting closer.
"That's where you're wrong." This time, it's my turn to smirk. "If he doesn't show up, one of the others will."
I watch his expression change to one of confusion just as Maddox wraps his arm around my neck. I'm sure that will piss Jagger off, but it will be so worth it.
"Holy fuck, Jag. You were right." He lets out a low whistle as I turn to look at him. "He looks just like you, minus the tattoos and that fucking lip ring." I can't help but laugh at that.
Jagger pushes Maddox’s arm off of me and pulls me behind him.
