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Why? I can do it.
Me
Please, it is a gift from me to him.
Kassidy responds back with a couple of emojis making faces and tossing their hands in the air, causing me to laugh.
“What did you just do?” Zanko asks, tossing his backpack over his shoulder.
“I told Kassidy to send Callum to meet the newbie with her luggage.”
“Duuuudddeee, that’s epic. The kid is going to need a change of underwear after that,” Zanko laughs. “Too bad we can’t get a video of him shitting his pants when he gets a look at Callum.”
Happy to see that Callum isn’t going to be the only one getting some enjoyment out of my tormenting the kid. I shake my head at Zanko.
Grabbing my own backpack, Zanko and I make our way downstairs. He starts telling the guys what I did, causing them all to laugh at the rookie’s expense.
This semester might not suck, after all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Confused by the last text from Brock, I relay the message to Callum. He grabs my bag, and we make our way downstairs. As we step outside, a flush-faced kid runs up to us, causing Callum to drop my bag, readying for a fight. The kid’s footsteps falter as soon as he catches sight of Callum’s angry expression, the color draining from his face.
“This is what he meant,” I mutter softly.
Callum’s eyes dart to me, raising an eyebrow in question. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I relay the last words from Brock’s text.
“Brock said that this was a gift for you,” I tell him flatly, waiving my hands in the kid’s direction while watching his lips twitch as he holds back a smile.
“I…I a-am here to get your lu…luggage for the…the bus,” the kid stutters out.
Callum sets the bag at his feet as he crosses his arms over his chest, making himself look more imposing.
“For goodness’s sake,” I sigh out. “Callum, have mercy on the kid.”
The poor kid doesn’t move, and neither does Callum, just staring him down. Having had enough, I move to pick up the bag when the kid comes out of his scared stupor.
“No!” he starts, causing me to jump back at his exclamation. “I got it,” he says, warily watching Callum as if he is going to pounce as soon as he reaches for the bag.
The kid approaches us as if he were trying to sneak up on a frightened animal that’s been cornered. Callum’s imposing form casts a large shadow as the kid warily creeps up on us. Crouching down, with his arm fully extended, his hand grabs nothing but air as he refuses to meet our eye contact. When his hands finally make contact with my bag, his eyes dart quickly to locate the handle before his wide-eyed gaze focuses back on Callum.
“Boo!” Callum exclaims as the kid flinches.
The kid screams, dropping the bag as he starts to skitter away in fear. Appearing as if he is trying to tag up on a base to avoid being called out in a baseball game, he crouches again to get the bag handles. Once he has them firmly in his grip, he sprints away, not looking back at us.
“Thank you for walking me down, Callum. Please let Kennedy know I will text her.” Callum doesn’t move as the kid takes off down the road, wrapping both arms around my bag and holding it tightly to his chest.
As soon as the guy is out of sight, Callum loses his composure, leaning against the building as he laughs. Stepping away from Callum, as he wipes tears of laughter from his eyes my only response to his words is a wave over my shoulder.
“Tell Brock I said thanks.”
Shaking my head at his antics, I walk toward Greek Row to meet up with Brock and board the bus.
Being so early in the morning, the noise level on Greek Row surprises me. Rounding the bend, I see guys in a variety of activities. Some are running around the street while otherswrestle in the yard or merely sit on the steps in front of the frat house. My steps slow so as to not get caught up in the roughhousing, and a soft smile spreads across my face. These guys are excited and looking forward to the start of baseball season.
“Kassidy!”
My name being called has me looking around for the source. Movement on the steps catches my attention, and my breath hitches. Brock is jogging down the stairs. The sight of him in the Henley shirt that he wears as a second skin steals my breath. Every time we are together, I need to remind myself that this relationship we have is not a romantic one, that our moment in his room was just that, a moment.
