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“How about a glass of water in between, yeah?”
“Gimme that beer,” she growls, snatching it back. “I’m not a kid you have to look after, Ethan. Just…” She shrugs me off her, this pained expression cresting over her face. “Just…” Shaking her head, she walks away from me, back to the hockey table before jerking still and veering away from the guys as well.
What the hell is up?
What did those sorority bitches say to her?
I nearly go and confront them but am too busy tailing Mikayla around as she downs another beer and then starts laughing with a couple of chicks on the dance floor. Resting my shoulder against the wall, I watch Mikayla’s wild movements as she shakes her ass. I would join her, but I suck at dancing, and unless it’s a slow shuffle with my hands resting on her hips and we’re stepping side to side, I look like a complete idiot on any dance floor.
I may be a confident guy, but I’ve got a rep to uphold, and I will go down in burning flames if anyone here sees me trying to dance.
So I play bodyguard, standing back while Mikayla gets a little wild. It’s kind of fun to watch. She’s cute normally, but when she’s got no inhibitions, she’s even more hilarious. Her spaghetti arms fling through the air as she jumps to the thick beat pulsing through the house.
Guys check her out but seem a little put off by her wild dance moves to approach, and I relax, sipping my beer and enjoying the show. Liam comes over to chat with me, and we watch together before he has to hit the head.
Then Wily Wilson appears.
“Bro!” My face splits with a grin as the big guy holds out his hand. I grab it and come in for a hug, slapping his shoulder. “Good to see you, man.”
I haven’t caught him on campus since school started.
Wily and I went to high school together. He’s a giant of a man. The kind of Mac truck you don’t want to mess with. That’s what makes him such a damn good offensive lineman.
He scored himself a football scholarship for Nolan U and is well on his way to the NFL if he keeps playing like he has been.
“Haven’t seen you around much.”
“Yeah.” He shakes his head. “Been working my ass off, man. Coach is riding us about keeping our grades up and not partying too hard.”
“Is this the new guy?”
“Yeah, and he don’t take shit. Coach Watkins was only about the game. He couldn’t care less what we did off the field. But Coach Jones…” He shakes his head. “He won’t shut up about getting an education and being men of honor. If we screw up, we get benched, and he’s hella serious.” He snickers. “I just want to play ball, you know? That’s why I’m here.”
“Yeah but graduating with a degree isn’t the worst thing either.”
Wily nods but doesn’t verbally agree with me.
I get it, I suppose. For guys like us, sports will always take priority, but I’ve learned so much since I’ve been here, and the classes I’m taking are really interesting. Dad always told me to study what appeals to me, and I took that on board. So far, I’ve only fallen into a couple of classes that were a drag. The rest, I’ve lapped up, and maybe that’s why my grades are pretty good.
“Might try to find myself a tutor. Not sure.” He shrugs, looking out over the dance floor and grinning. “Oh man, there are some hotties here tonight.”
I follow his gaze with a grin, then jerk.
Shit. Where’s Mikayla gone?
I scan the crowd again, hunting for her flailing arms, but she’s…Fuck!She’s gone.
“Gotta go, man.” I slap Wily on the shoulder and head into the sweaty pit, weaving through the gyrating bodies as I try to find the girl I promised I’d keep an eye on.
Dammit. I turned my head for two seconds.
Pushing through the throng of people, I work my way outside, hoping her drunk little self just went to grab some fresh air.
CHAPTER25
MIKAYLA
I don't know who grabbed my arm and pulled me off the dance floor, but they're kind of pissed with me.
