His gaze shifts toward me to offer a sour look, then shifts right back to the road.
“What’s with the silent treatment?” I ask lightly. He might also be frowning, but it’s hard to tell considering someone shaved off all of Hugh Jackman’s body hair and pasted it on Tuck’s face. Tucker is noticeably quiet during the drive to Omega Phi.
This obsession with Hannah Wells is really starting to mess with my head. A lot of students in the Greek system piss me off with their elitist attitudes, but I’m willing to overlook that because…well, hell, because if party-throwing was an Olympic sport? Every frat and sorority house at Briar would be a gold medalist.Īs Tuck reverses out of the driveway, my gaze rests on Garrett’s black Jeep, all shiny in its parking space while its owner spends the night with the coolest girl on the planet and-Īnd enough. Tucker starts the engine, and I drum my fingers against my thighs, itching to get going. But he also looks like a male model, so maybe he’s allowed to be vain.
I think he just wants the wind to mess up his hair in that tousled, sexed-up way girls drop their panties for. I settle in the passenger seat while Dean climbs into the pickup bed, saying he wants some fresh air. He flips up his middle finger as he heads for the driver’s side of my truck.
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