Page 75 of Bump and Run


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She smiles wide and leans in to close the gap. “What have you been up to this semester? I’ve missed you…”

Her hand slides over my thigh and I pause with sudden clarity. Last year, this move would have floored me. I’d take one look at her sizable cleavage, wink into her glazed, drunken eyes, and ten minutes later I’d be tugging on her blonde hair to let her know I was about to finish. But now?

She’s repulsive.

“I’ve been keeping busy,” I say.

“Not too busy for little, old me tonight, are you?”

I push her hand off my thigh. “I am, actually.”

She winces, feigning disappointment. “Boo!”

If the rejection stung her, she certainly isn’t showing it. She scampers off and instantly falls into John’s arms — and he’s more than welcome to take her. He nods in my direction and flashes me a thumbs up. I guess that’s the upside to Junior Morgan being supposedly off-the-market: the ladies move on to the next available guy in line.

A body plops onto the seat next to me. “Saving yourself for me, Lover Boy?”

I laugh. “Hey, Grant.”

His brows bounce and he takes a sip from his plastic cup. “Your roommate wouldn’t happen to be here tonight, would he?”

“He’s around,” I answer, shaking my head.

“Good.”His eyes scan the crowd like a ravenous hawk.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him. “This doesn’t seem like your crowd at all.”

“It’s more my crowd this year than yours, apparently,” he says. “I’ve been to the last three pre-game parties. You have not.”

“Bad timing,” I shrug. “I was busy.”

“Oh, I know.”

I glance at my phone to check the time and find a new text from Eliza.

How’s the studying going?

I’ve been here about two hours now and from the looks of it, John’s about to whisk Stephanie off someplace more private. I’ve effectively done what I came here to do. He won’t be mad at me come morning and if I remember Stephanie’s skills, he probably won’t even remember why he was mad to begin with.

I tap out a simple reply.

Good.

There’s no sense in getting into details with her now. “I’m gonna head out,” I say to Grant.

“So soon?”

“I have some studying to do.” I pause at his smiling face. “Hey, Grant… can you maybe not mention to Eliza that I was here?”

“Oh,” he blinks. “Was I not supposed to?”

My chest sinks. “What do you mean?”

He flashes me his phone and I read his most recent message to Eliza.

Lover Boy is here. Where you at?

Her reply is brief but it cuts me like glass.

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