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Chapter 3

Cassie

I looked around the frat house, taking in the sight of nearly naked women and drunken idiots. Thankfully, none of the idiots were Brett.

“Looking for your boyfriend?” Sofia teased.

In our sorority, we have an unwritten rule: no one shows up at a party alone. Safety in numbers, right? So, I had to hurry and get ready to leave with Sofia.

“Shut up. You know he is not my boyfriend,” I replied.

“Okay, your crush. I swear he is the only guy who does not realize you have a thing for him,” she said.

I shook my head. “No, that is typical of all guys. My brother once asked me if a woman he was talking to was flirting with him. He was completely clueless, and she flat-out told him, ‘Can you not tell I am flirting with you?’”

Sofia nodded. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Unless we flash our boobs at them, they have not got a clue,” she replied.

Suddenly, the music started thumping. Someone cranked up the bass, and the party kicked into full gear.

Sofia leaned in close, shouting over the noise, “Speaking of boobs, yours look fantastic in that top! Brett will definitely notice!” She elbowed me playfully.

Her comment made me self-conscious. To be honest, the shirt was labeled extra-large, but it did not fit like one. It was a bit tight. I suspected they put the wrong size in the shirt, but once I had it on, it was too late to grab a different shirt. I figured I would just go with it. Since Sofia seemed to approve, it must look alright—right?

We moved closer to the living room, where a lot of making out was happening on the furniture. Sofia elbowed me again and pointed to a guy with two girls who were all over each other.

“He is such a pig,” she yelled.

I didn’t need to see the guy’s face to know who she was talking about. There is only one man on this campus Sofia would call a pig: Oliver Cullen, one of the four Hockey Gods here.

“Just ignore him,” I yelled back. The music was getting louder.

I must have shouted a bit too loudly because Ollie looked up from between the two girls he had been kissing just moments earlier. He grinned at Sofia and me, then said something to his companions before getting up and walking over.

“Well, it looks like the Deltas are in the house,” Ollie shouted.

Sofia rolled her eyes, her dislike for Ollie evident.

“Hey, Ollie, just get here?” I shouted, immediately regretting it. Of course, he had been here—he had two girls with him just moments ago.

Ollie laughed. “Nah, been here for a while. Getting a beer. Want one?” he asked.

I shook my head. I can’t stand the taste of beer. “Thanks, but no,” I replied.

Sofia just stared at him, then said, “I can get my own.”

Ollie shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said as he walked past us to grab his beer.

“Let’s find a quieter spot,” I yelled. The music was just too loud. I figured they cranked it up to drown out all the moans happening in the room.

Sofia nodded, and we moved through the house, ending up in the dining room, which was the beer pong area. Ironically, it was the quietest room, aside from the cheers from those watching the current game.

“I thought you said Brett was going to be here?” I asked Sofia.

“Lord, relax. He is coming. How you became our sorority president, I have no idea, because you have zero patience,” she replied.

“Yeah, well, that impatience only shows up when it comes to Brett,” I said.

Sofia laughed. “Sure, blame it on your crush,” she teased.

Just then, as if he could sense we were talking about him, Brett appeared nearby. As soon as I saw him, I smiled.

Brett looked at me, and I could have sworn his eyes bugged out. What was his deal?

“Cassie, what are you wearing?” he blurted out.

I glanced down at my clothes. “Um, a tank top and jeans?” I answered.

Sofia laughed, wrapping her arm around me. “Doesn’t this shirt make her boobs look amazing? I wish I had a set like hers.”

I slowly turned my head to Sofia, mentally preparing to kill her when we got back to the sorority house. Now Brett was going to stare at my boobs.

“Cassie, that top is giving people the wrong idea about you. You should not wear something like that. The first thing Ollie said to me was, ‘Wait until you see what Cassie is wearing.’ Now I understand why,” Brett said.

“That pig! Of course, he would say that. His d**k is all he thinks with,” Sofia huffed.

“That is not helping,” I mumbled to her.

“It’s true. All Oliver Cullen cares about are t**s, hockey, and puck bunnies. That is it,” she responded.

“Girls, stop talking about Ollie and his lifestyle,” Brett said.

“Lifestyle? I didn’t know STDs were a lifestyle,” Sofia shot back.

Brett let out a sigh and looked at me. “Cassie, seriously, you do not need to look like a puck bunny. Just go back to your house and change.”