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Hunter pushed past us, peering into each bedroom as he walked by He’d take the best one for himself, I knew That’s how it had always been; back when he’d been President of our fraternity house, and even before

“Leave her alone,” I warned “She’s off limits”

“Really? And who decided that?”

“We did,” I snapped, “the moment we decided to move in here”

Staring back at hiet it Maybe he never would To Brandon, the University’s latest in a string of football prodigies, restraint simply wasn’t in his vocabulary

“Look, you don’t shit where you eat,” I explained “All one of us has to do is piss her off and then we’re out on our asses again It’ll be just like Oa Alpha”

Oa Alpha It was still a sore subject between the three of us We’d made a pact not to talk about it, at least not until the seht

“Hey, I’ to piss her off,” Brandon replied “Just the opposite! I’ to show her some fun Make her happy Get her all—”

“Get her all hot and bothered and into you,” I finished for him, “and then toss her away for the first cheerleader who throws a pom-pom your way”

“No, no It’s not like that”

“It’s exactly like that,” I countered “You don’t think, Brandon Or rather, you think with the wrong head”

Up ahead, I saw Hunter disappear into one of the rooms on the left Apparently he’d made his decision

“And besides,” I pointed out, “you’re on acade or working out you should be studying your face off You don’t have tiirlfriend… hell you don’t even have time to jerk off!”

My friend lowered his head guiltily He kneas right

“If you don’t get your grades up, you’re off the team,” I explained “And if you’re off the team, you lose your scholarship And if you lose your scholarship—”