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“What’s the difference?”
“There’s a bigger turnout. Now that everyone’s no longer jittery, there’s more socializing.”
“How do you know this?” I asked curiously. “You’re a freshman like me.”
Jessica shrugged. “I guess I’m just making friends with the right people.”
“So, there’s only one party this weekend?”
“Oh, no,” she rushed out. “There’s going to be a bunch of parties.
I could feel a headache forming behind my eyes because this girl was just too much. “Then which party are you talking about?”
“They say that the Cherry House has the best parties,” she answered slyly. “So, that’s the one that I’m going to.”
“What the hell is a cherry house?”
“Really, you’re just too much, Alexandria,” she huffed. “It’s called that because of the rumors.”
Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask.
“What rumors?” I asked like an idiot.
With that sly grin still on her face, she said, “Well, if you’re looking to get rid of your virginity, that’s the place to do it.”I shouldn’t have asked.“It’s rumored that the guys of the house know exactly what they’re doing and do the most to make it as perfect as possible for their virgins.”
“Sounds more like a ritual sacrifice than a party,” I snorted.
“Well, if I’m going to lose my virginity, then I’d rather do it with someone that knows what they’re doing, rather than get roofied and raped,” she scoffed, and that took a dark turn rather quickly.
“Not drinking is also an option,” I pointed out like a ninety-year-old grandmother.
“If you want to kill all your college fun, have at it,” she replied, getting out of bed. “I plan on making the most of my college years.”
I almost laughed when I thought about how I’d gone from a girl that used to go to underground fights to one afraid to have a drink. I really was turning into someone’s grandmother.
Chapter 3
The thoughts that surprise us.
Alexandria~
Three days later, I still hadn’t found a job. Nevertheless, I wasn’t letting that get me down. I had applied to several ads, and I was still holding out hope that one of them would call me back. I was also getting into a routine with Jessica, which I considered a win. Yeah, we were nothing alike, but she was turning out to be quite the social butterfly, so I was left alone in the dorm a lot. It was actually kind of nice.
With my last class for the day over, I was rushing back to my room to go through all my job applications and get a little more organized. The last thing that I needed was to get a callback or online response and not remember what the hell I had applied for.
Rushing around the corner of the statistics building, I ran smack dab into a hard chest, the impact sending me flying back. Luckily, a pair of strong hands grabbed me before I could fall on my ass.
“Shit,” came a voice that I knew well.
Looking up, Hunter Finley was staring down at me, obvious concern for me in those incredible hazel eyes of his. “It’s okay.”
“Fuck, Alex,” he rushed out. “I’m sorry.”
I straightened, forcing his hands from my arms. “I’m good. No harm done.”
He looked like he wasn’t sure whether to believe me or not, but he let it go anyway. “How are you doing?” he asked, instead. “I saw you across campus the other day, but I was running late and couldn’t catch you.”
Looking up at Hunter Finley, it was hard not to appreciate how gorgeous the guy was. He was six-foot-one or so, had dark brown hair, bright hazel eyes, the body of an athlete, and he had tattoos that peeked out from his shirt. Yeah, he had a temper and was lowkey violent when provoked, but there was no doubt that Hunter Finley was hot. He had that whole mysterious bad boy vibe going for him, but maybe that was because I knew that he was a fighter. While unpopular these days, I found testosterone-fueled men attractive, and Hunter Finley had plenty of testosterone in that ripped body of his.
