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Julian
She's not coming.
How is that possible? Does she not remember the conversation we had about that dress? Was the message not clear?
Sharing a look with Max, he shakes his head at me before I can say anything. "Just wait, man. Wait and see. If you charge over there, it's not going to turn out well for you, and you know it. Let her come to you."
She needs to get here soon then because I've been on Max duty for the last thirty minutes, and I'm about ready to pull my hair out. Cleo was adamant about one of us always staying with him, to keep him from 'straying.' Neither of them elaborated on why he's on a sex ban from the Zeta house, only that she will chop his dick off if she catches him inside one of her sisters.
"Why don't you tell me what you did to piss Cleo off this time," I suggest as a group of three scandalously dressed girls walk past us, eying us both up and down without shame.
They're hot, but I don't even give them a second glance. I'm waiting for my girl, watching the front door from my post in the corner of the living room. The Zetas’ house has an open floor plan, unlike ours, which makes it easy for me to see where all my brothers are, babysit Max, and keep an eye on the main entrance.
"I didn't do anything, that's the issue. Cleo heard a rumor that wasn’t true. I tried to explain it to her, but she wouldn't let me."
"Since when do people not listen to you?"
"She's not scared of me. She's more of a pit-bull than I am."
"Maybe you should sleep with her," I suggest, pressing my lips together to keep from laughing.
"Fuck no. That girl would chew me up and spit me out. Plus, banned, remember. No more Zetas for me." You can hear the defeat in his voice. This isn't about being banned from sex. This is about a girl. The only question is which one.
Zeta Sigma Rho is the largest sorority on campus. There have to be over one hundred members. Narrowing it down to only the members who live in the house makes it easier. That's about twenty or so girls, maybe thirty.
Still, that's a lot of girls.
And if Max is sleeping with more than one of them...
"Who is she?" I'm going to try the direct route, see if he fesses up. Knowing Max, he won't.
"Never seen her before in my life, but I'd like to know," he replies, his eyes focused on a girl dancing on the counter in the kitchen.
Slapping Max across the back of the head, he growls as he turns to face me. "You know that's not what I meant. The girl you're sleeping with, who is she?"
"No one now, thanks to Cleo." Max rubs where I smacked him, keeping his eyes averted.
"Just because Cleo thinks you were hopping from bed to bed, doesn't mean you weren't interested in the one bed you were actually in."
"No, it doesn't, but it also doesn’t matter now. She refuses to talk to me. She doesn’t want issues with Cleo, and she doesn’t want anyone to know. She doesn’t trust me, which is why we didn't tell anyone. I was working on it, but you know me. I'm an asshole at heart, so I kept screwing it up."
This is the most I've ever heard Max say about a girl. That tells me more than his words ever will. Even if his voice didn't sound defeated, I'd know he likes her. More than he realizes. And since he can't have her, we're going to be graced with Max's asshole ways until that changes.
She is his 'one'. Maybe I should talk to Cleo and—
The front door opens, and one by one a large group of girls walks in. I eye each of them, hoping to spot my girl, but don't. I'm losing hope, and then Lo and Kendall appear with Alexis in tow. I'm moving toward them, weaving my way through the crowd. When Alexis turns to close the door behind her, I stop dead in my tracks.
It's just the three of them. My pretty girl isn't with them.
Kendall makes eye contact with me for a brief second before turning away. I'm not the only one who noticed their entrance. Finn, Declan, and Micah are claiming their women as a few guys around me groan in disappointment.
"Don't worry. She'll be here." Brady's encouragement is nice to hear, but I'm starting to doubt his words.
"You don't know that."
"And you don't know she won't show. Maybe she just needed a little time to process the gift."
"Or maybe it's really over." I don't like the sound of my own words. They taste as unappealing as they sound. The idea of Piper not forgiving me for being an ass has an ache forming in the middle of my chest.
