Page 11 of Talk Swoony to Me


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His pace quickens as he reaches the hallway. I follow the sound of him to the front door and he walks right on through it. The door closes behind him. I walk to my window and watch as he enters his car and drives right on out of my life. Forever.

I fall onto my bed and smother myself in the pillows.

Completely dead.

CHAPTER 3

DREW

Well, that was embarrassing.

But I’ve been through worse.

I shake off the secondhand embarrassment as I climb the porch to the Alpha Delta Xi house. That poor girl. Long, brownish-black hair. Bright, golden eyes. Pure red cheeks from being absolutely mortified. Adorably cute, though.

I didn’t even catch her name.

I open the door and instantly cringe at the overflow of guys spilling out of the sitting room on the right.

There was a house meeting tonight.

Which means...

“Rose!” Brick’s voice carries over the gentle murmur. “Get your saggy balls in here!”

I deflate and close the door behind me. The crowd parts in the middle, providing me with a metaphorical aisle to walk down and present myself to the King.

Brick turns up his giant hands. “House meeting tonight, Rose.”

I nod, glancing around into the amused faces of my fraternity brothers. “I can see that.”

“Did you forget?” he asks.

“No.”

“Meeting started at seven.” He looks at his watch. “It’s 7:42.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Why are you forty-two minutes late?”

“Because I was with a girl.”

The room erupts with noises, some good and supportive, others rife with mischief.

Brick bobs his chin. “Okay, then. Present your case.”

I clear my throat, going along with the tradition. “I would have been here on time, but a classmate’s car wouldn’t start,” I say. “I offered to give her a ride home in the storm. She accepted. I drove her home and got stuck in traffic on my way back. That’s why I’m late.”

Brick’s face drops more and more each second. “That’s it?”

I nod, unwilling to kiss and tell. Or get sneezed on and tell, in this case. “That’s it.”

He sighs, disappointed that there wasn’t anything juicier in that story. “Okay, then. Let’s vote, boys.”

The chanting begins immediately.

“Drop! Drop! Drop!”

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