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“No need,” he says

I sweep his features Light brown hair, short on either side, full on top Decently toned body hidden beneath a pair of faded Dockers and a black crew-neck tee Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn’t even know it

All six foot two of him fills the doorway

As he stares at me, he wears a mixture of a with both The frat guys follow his gaze and zero in on the target

Me

I may as well have reanimated from thin air

“Found her,” Lo says with a tight, bitter smile

Heat rises toto cover my humiliation as I practically sprint to the door

Squared-jaw laughs like he won their irlfriend is a skank, man”

I hear no s the door closed with more force than he probably intended I cower inthem to my hot cheeks as the event replays in my head Oh My God

Lo swoops in behindaroundover a little to counter ht with his tall “He better have been worth it,” Lo whispers, his hot breath tickling my neck

“Worth what?” My heart lodges in my throat; his closeness confuses and tempts me I never knohere Lo’s true intentions lie

He guides ainst ht “Your first walk of shame in a frat house How’d that feel?”

“Shameful”

He plants a light kiss onforward “Pick it up, Calloway I left my drink in the car”

My eyes begin to widen as I process what thisthe horrors that just occurred “You didn’t drive, did you?”

He flashesas how ly—“I called Nola”

He called in to ask why he decided to forgo his own chauffeur that would gladly cart hirade when Chloe Holbrook threw a rager, Lo and I al narcotics that were passed from hand to hand at her mother’s mansion Backseat conversations should be considered private a all car-participants Anderson must not have realized this unspoken rule because the next day, our rooal paraphernalia Luckily, the ot to search in the fake fireplace where I used to keep my X-rated box of toys

We came away clean from the incident and learned a very important lesson Never trust Anderson

I prefer to not use my farips, but soover and unable to drive the perpetually drunk Loren Hale

He has knighted me as his personal sober driver and refuses to shell out ed in one We never told our parents what happened Never explained to the horrible Mostly because we spent that afternoon at a bar with two fake IDs Lo guzzled rown man And I had sex in a pubic bathroom for the very first time Our indecencies became our rituals, and our families didn’t need to know about them

My black Escalade is parked on the curb of frat row Multi- the next in column sizes Red Solo cups litter the nearest yard, an overturned keg splaying sadly in the grass Lo walks ahead of me

“I didn’t think you were going to show,” I say and skirt past a puddle of barf in the road

“I said I would”

I snort “That’s not always accurate”

He halts by the car door, the s too tinted to see Nola waiting in the driver’s seat “Yeah, but this is Kappa Phi Delta You screw one and they htmares about it”

I gri raped?”

“That’s why they’re called nightmares, Lily They’re not supposed to be pleasant”

“Well this is probably my last expedition into a frat house for another decade or at least until I forget about this ”

The driver’srolls down Nola’s deep black curls caress her heart-shaped face “I have to pick up Miss Calloway from the airport in an hour”

“We’ll be ready in aher from view

“Which Miss Calloway?” Lo asks

“Daisy Fashion week just ended in Paris” My little sister shot up overnight to a staggering five foot eleven inches, and with her rail-like frah fashion My mother capitalized on Daisy’s beauty in an instant Within the week of her fourteenth birthday, she was signed to IMG ency