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Frat Party

I glanced down at the red plastic cup in my hand, still filled with just as much beer as I’d started hen my brother and I first arrived at the frat party Only noas lukewarm instead of ice cold I wasn’t sure why I continued to clutch the cup like it was so as I held it, no one buggedelse

Lord knows I had enough to deal with just being the brother of Jack Carter It was ht Not that Jack tended to drink all thatbaseball season, but still

“Hey, Dean” A leggy blonde wove her way through the crowd in the fraternity house’s front yard to reach me I had no idea who she was

“Hey,” I said back, not wanting to be rude, but knowing from experience ould come next

“Where’s your brother?”

And there it was, the one thing that ninety-nine percent of the female population at Fullton State cared about—my older brother, Jack

Without saying a word, I pointed in the direction of the drivehere he stood with a few of his tea

“Wanna introduce me to him?” She batted what had to be fake eyelashes atbreath

“Not really He’s not hard to talk to, I proo say hi”

I gave her a little shove, which was probably rude, but hell Soer brother of a future ue baseball player That was part of the reason why everyone wanted a piece of hi places, and they wanted to hitch a ride

Girls eird, and I’d never understand them

I looked back at irl by her aro The little pixie stood there, apparently annoyed, scowling up at him as she tapped her foot on the concrete Jack leaned toward her, saying Lord knohat

That hen I realized who she was