Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,73
parents buy your way in here?”
“What? Now you? You have got to be kidding me!” I say, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door.
Sally follows me into the bathroom as I stand yanking off my clothes. “Get out.”
“Honey, I’m not here to judge you.” She looks me over, her brow furrows with concern and her eyes have a hint of pity. “I’ve heard some people talking about how you bought your way into this school. Most people are pissed. I asked around and I found out that Lily spread the rumor. It turns out since she works in the Chancellor’s office, she has access to your file. The file had some notes about a sizeable endowment from your mother. She’s been telling everyone that’s the only reason you got in.”
“Yeah, well, I had a fifteen twenty-five on my SATs and a three point five GPA in high school. I didn’t tank in school until after I graduated and Angela died. I guess all that’s not in my file, huh?” My eyes narrow as I stare back at her.
“That’s Lily’s MO.” Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head and says, “She takes select parts of information and molds them into a believable rumor. Saying enough truth to make it plausible but still do the most damage. I’m sorry. You wouldn’t even be on her radar if you weren’t my friend.” She pulls me in for a hug.
Pulling away, I say, “Clothes, Westin. Put on some damn clothes, girl.”
“Right, right. Old habits die hard.” She smiles with a sheepish grin. “I’ll get out of your way.” She places her hand on my chest, “Unless you want me to stay. We could have some fun before you have to head off to class,” she says, with a leer and a tiny lick of her lips, giving me what I am sure is her best come-hither look.
“Not happening.” I laugh as I push her out of the bathroom. I take a quick shower and wave to Sally as I run to history class.
Chapter 15
“So…tell me what I should wear to the Hole in the Wall,” I ask Karen as we walk through the Quad. “It sounds like an old fashioned dive bar.”
A voice croons from behind us. “You could always wear those short jean shorts with the sexy fishnets you wore a couple of weeks ago, pequena.” We stop and turn to see Bobby behind us, still dressed in his soccer uniform complete with a lecherous leer. Such an arrogant bastard.
Jerrod runs up to join us. “Hi, babe.” He bends down to give Karen a kiss. His calloused hand strokes her cheek tenderly.
“Hey, baby.” Her eyes shine up at him, a light pink blush on her cheeks.
“Thanks, but I got this,” I say to Bobby.
“Just trying to help, pequena,” he says, flashing me a bright smile. “Listen, I’m struggling with my poli-sci paper. Is there any way you would consider looking over it? You know your grades on the quizzes have been better than mine.” Getting down on his knees in front of me, his hands in proper begging stance, he says, “Please, pequena?”
Seriously? I frown down at him, my eyes glancing around to make sure no one is watching his theatrics. “Get up before someone sees you,” I say. He joins me on the bench with a playful grin. “Ok, I don’t know how I can help you, but I’ll take a look at it.”
His eyes move up and down my body with a devilish grin, and he says, “What time would you like me at your place tonight?”
With a dry tone, I say, “Ok, diablo. Hold up. I’ll meet you at the library at seven, third floor. “
“Sounds good, pequena. You know meeting in the library or your place doesn’t make a difference to me,” he says, giving me a wink.
Karen says, “We better go, Amber. “ Giving Jerrod a kiss, she whispers something in his ear.
He smiles and blushes, watching her turn and leave.
Karen walks briskly to our dorm. “Don’t look back. I’m planting a seed. If one of us looks back, it’ll ruin it.” She links her arm in mine, and says, “You know Bobby is going to hit on you the whole night, right?”
“He can try. Doesn’t mean he’s going to get anywhere. His grades don’t seem that bad, I don’t know why he needs help in the first place. I hope this isn’t some meaningless study session for the sole purpose of getting into my pants.” I