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Julian
Torture.Pure. Fucking. Torture.
I've been watching her all night. The way I do every time she's around.
It doesn't matter if we're at work. In class. If there are people around, or we're all alone. I watch her. I've memorized her face. The different expressions she has. When she's concentrating and her brows are pinched together. When she doesn't understand something, and she bites her bottom lip. Or my favorite, when it all clicks and her face lights up with delight.
Last weekend was the worst, though.
She was wearing her favorite boots. They've also become my favorite boots. Black skinny jeans that clung to her like a second skin. But none of that was the reason I was losing my shit. It was the Kappa O t-shirt she had to knot at the waist because it was too big.
My t-shirt.
The one I purposely made sure was given to her by my soon-to-be little brother, Craig.
I put him in charge of handing out t-shirts to any girl who wasn't already affiliated with a sorority.
My dick was straining against my jeans anytime I looked in her direction. There was something about seeing her in my clothes, knowing it would smell like her when she returned it, that turned me on.
I hit my breaking point when I saw her head outside with Evie. She looked distressed. Sad. I could tell she was putting on a brave face all night long. I haven't heard her laugh once. Her smile doesn't have the same glow it usually does. And the set of her jaw tells me she's ready to explode with anger.
When Evie walks back inside, I excuse myself, removing the hand of the woman who’s been trying to get my attention for the last twenty minutes from my arm. I'm halfway to Piper when Brady steps in front of me.
"Max needs your help. Something about one of the Zetas. I don't know. He asked me to come find you."
"He can handle it himself." My eyes are locked on Piper as she leans over the railing, praying it’s sturdy. We did a hell of a lot of renovations this summer. I wasn't able to help as much as I had hoped, and right now, I'm questioning the safety of the deck.
"I don't think he can. I've never seen Max terrified of a woman before."
"What?"
Brady holds up his phone to show me the text he received from Max just as another one comes in.
MAX: Find Julian now. Tell him I'm being hunted by a Zeta. Her name is Mya. He needs to get her to leave, or I'm going to have to live in here, and it smells like ass. This isn't how I want to die.
MAX: Did you find him.
If there's one way to get my attention, it's Max being afraid of anything. He shows no fear. But a woman? You have to be kidding me.
"He's hiding in Colt's room right now. She's on the prowl," he explains, using his fingers to make air quotes, "and he needs you to find her and get her to leave."
"Mya is the sweetest girl I know. Whatever Max did, he probably deserves her wrath. Which might equate to some harsh words and a slap on the cheek."
Brady's phone lights up again, his attention drawn to where he's holding it between us.
"Then find her so he stops texting me about this shit. You know how much I hate frat drama. There's a reason I didn't join."
Brady walks off, leaving me to decide my fate. I can either go check on Piper, make sure she's okay, or I can save Max from whatever bullshit he got himself into this time. I don't have time to decide before I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Where is he?"
"Huh?" Deciding to play dumb is not my best decision, but it's the route I decide to take. "Oh, hey, Mya. How are you?"
"I know you're covering for him. Just tell me where he is, and I'll be on my way. He can't hide forever."
"Who are you looking for?"
"Max, Julian. I'm looking for your manwhore of a president."
