Page 10 of Out of His League

“The blond is Ashton Delroy,” he informs me. “Who else was there?”

“The Jolly Green Giant,” I snark, causing Zanko’s shoulders to shake in silent laughter.

“Redhead, full of muscles?” he inquires. A quick nod in confirmation has him in full-on hysterics as he falls sideways on the bed. “If he hears you say that he will kick your ass and not break a sweat. All four of those guys spar. Rodney has been banned from sparing in the ring. Last semester, he kept sending guys to the infirmary. You do not want to be on their bad side, no matter how much muscle you have. Callum Atwater is the redhead. He is a beast.”

Leaving the information dump hanging in the air, Zanko climbs back into bed. He continues to chuckle and mutter under his breath. Deciding to call it a night, I strip down to my boxers and follow suit.

Lying in the dark, my mind spins with ways to try and make up for my royal fuck-up. Not only will I need to fall to Kassidy’s feet, but her five roommates are going to be gunning for me as well.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Ashton and Callum escort me back to the apartment.

As soon as we walk in the door, Kennedy thrusts a full glass of wine into my hand. The guys immediately make themselves scarce so we can have girl talk. She takes my free hand, tugging me behind her and forcing me to sit on the couch.

“Alright, what did he do?” Kennedy’s tone is accusing, immediately coming to my defense.

“For the most part, he was fine.” I pause to chug down more than half the glass of wine, watching as Kennedy’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline.

“Yeah,” she draws out the word. “The tear tracks on your face, and you drinking down half a glass of wine convinces me,” she states flatly.

Sighing heavily, I set the glass down on the coffee table, scrubbing my hands over my face. Keeping my face covered, I give Kennedy the last bit of information that had me calling her to send out the calvary.

“He-asked-me-which-of-the-guys-I-was-fucking,” my words are a jumbled mess. Knowing that she didn’t understand me, I wait. It doesn’t take her long, and heat rushes to my face in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry…what was that?” Kennedy has an edge to her voice that isn’t usually there.

Peeking through my spread fingers and looking over at her, my eyes bounce around, focusing anywhere but on her face.

I repeat my words. “Brock asked me which of the guys I was fucking when he found out we all lived together.”

“Are you for fucking real right now?” Kennedy’s raised voice has the guys rushing back into the room. Gareth kneels down next to Kennedy, taking her hand in his.

“Who do we have to maim, Duchess?” Rodney asks in a serious tone.

“Brock fuckin’ Adams,” she bites out.

Callum and Ashton are on alert, as they saw me immediately after the conversation Brock and I had. Looking at them, both men stand with their arms crossed over their chests and scowls on their faces.

Gareth looks at me, still holding onto Kennedy’s hands. “Can you get out of the tutor sessions?”

“Technically, I probably could. The problem is the other tutor spots are probably full at this point. I won’t get my credits for the work or get paid.”

Kennedy interrupts, “You know that you don’t have to worry about money here,” she says reassuringly, placing her hand on my knee.

“I know,” speaking softly and looking at my hands. This is a point of contention between us. They all have and come from money. The four of them pay the rent, only requiring me to help pitch in with food if I want something special. Most of the time, we all eat in the dining hall since it’s included in our tuition.

Without warning, Kennedy pulls me into a tight hug, bringing a soft smile to my face. Tears threaten to fall due to the overwhelming feelings.

She holds on to me so long that the hug starts to turn awkward. Luckily, one of the guys pulls her away from me.

“She can’t breathe, Duchess.”

Gareth, always taking charge, speaks next. “One of us will start going to the tutor sessions with you. That way, if Brock says anything inappropriate, we can handle it.” My face heats in embarrassment with his words. It isn’t lost on me that none of the guys object to Gareth’s decree.

“Thank you, but I don’t really think that will be necessary,” my voice quivers, trying to dissuade them from coming to the library. While Brock isn’t one of my favorite people right now, the last thing I want to do is make a bigger issue out of this than it already is.

“Let us worry about it, m’kay,” Gareth states.

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