Asiya nodded toward the hockey guys. “About 90 percent of those guys think about nothing but hockey and sex, yet they’re praised to the Gods. If they can fuck around without consequences, so can I.”
My eyes moved over to the hockey guys, observing them for a second.
They were chugging their drinks, laughing, and pretend-fighting like little kids. The most popular group on campus. I was almost certain everyone here knew them, if only their names.
St. Trewery was plastering the guys’ faces all over their website and social media. The hockey team was our University’s pride and joy. Most of the funds they got for the sports teams, they pumped into the hockey team. It was ridiculous.
Rumors had it, professors were giving them good grades for simply attending. Scratch that, they probably got good grades even if they never showed up to a single class, never handed in their assignments, and failed their exams miserably.
They were so entitled, and they sure acted like it as well.
“You’re staring,” Asyia singsonged. “Let’s make a bet.”
“Hell no.”
“Come on.” She stood in front of me, pouting. “It’ll be fun.”
“Bets with you will end in embarrassment for me.”
“Not this time, it won’t. I promise.”
My eyes rolled. “You say that now, then I agree, and suddenly I’ll find myself table dancing.”
Asiya laughed, then cleared her throat to stop herself and appear more serious. “I’m not going to lie, I was thinking about that just earlier today. But I have a better idea.”
“Tell me before I agree.”
She turned around, her eyes stuck on the hockey guys. “Go say hello.”
“To the hockey guys?”
She grinned at me as her hands reached up to my face, turning my head just a tiny bit to the right. My eyes immediately zoomed in on Austin.
A sigh wanted to leave me as I took in his more or less muscular body. His blond hair was a mess, as if someone had been running their hands through it more than a few times.
Austin was talking to some girl, and I bet she was the reason for his messy hair. The girl had long, black hair, a radiant smile plastered on her face, and her hand appeared almost glued to Austin’s body. I kind of wanted to hate her despite not knowing her.
“Not happening,” I forced out and tore my eyes away from them before I could even begin to get jealous of the girl’s perfect-looking body.
“You’ve had a crush on Austin pretty much since the first day of freshman year, Lana. Stop dreaming about getting with him and start actively doing things to make him notice you.”
I looked at my best friend, wondering if she’d still like me if I murdered her.Probably not.“No, thank you.”
Asiya sighed heavily. “He’s not going to bite your head off, you know?”
“He might not… but she certainly looks like she would.” I nodded in the black-haired girl’s direction. “The way she’s clawing at him, I fear she’d start barking at me.”
“I could make Kaan introduce you to Austin,” she offered. She’d been offering to make her brother do this for a year now.
“I can introduce myself just fine, thank you very much.” I really couldn’t, though.
“Whatever, I give up.” She looked around the backyard, humming to herself. “Say hi to the hockey guys then.”
“Hmm… I’ll pass. Good one, though.”
“Oh, come on.” Asiya rolled her eyes, but she kept a smile on her face in a teasing way. “You already know my?—”
“Sharma!” someone yelled from across the yard. “Get your ass over here!”
