Schooling the Jock (Nerds Vs Jocks #1) - - Eli Easton Page 0,45
Sai wasn’t there, but Felix was sitting on his bed, his jean-clad legs crossed at the ankles, one toe sticking out of a hole in his white socks. He was reading a textbook that looked like it weighed ten pounds. He glanced up at me. “What’s up?”
“Just checking to see how Quiz Bowl practice went this weekend? With PJ and all.”
Felix made a face and rested the book on his lap. He was wearing a raggedy gray sweatshirt that was way too big for him and his scrawny arms. “Oh, God. Dude. PJ’s the worst. Legit hopeless.”
“Shit.” My heart sank. And what was wrong with me? I’d asked about PJ as an excuse that just popped into my head. When I should have been seriously focused on PJ and on my Quiz Bowl team all day. I plopped down on Sai’s bed, which was neatly made, as always. He’d mind, but so what?
“The only category he might occasionally score in is politics. But sciences? History? Lit? Forget it.”
I grumbled. PJ was on our division two team, and we did have three other good players on that team—Billings, Johnson, and Jorge. So it wasn’t a total disaster. As long as the division one team made the championship—and ideally won it—I could live with that. But it sucked for the other guys on that team. PJ had replaced Leland, who was a great general knowledge hitter.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I wish I could dump him.”
“But we can’t. I know.” Felix gave a long sigh and focused on his massive textbook again.
I thought over my words, choosing them carefully. Felix was the biggest ladies’ man in the house. Which was kind of ironic. He was five-four in his black boots with their two-inch heels and was scrawny. He maybe weighed a hundred and ten. He wasn’t bad looking, but he wasn’t exactly an Adonis either. He had longish dark hair and a sharp, narrow face. He dressed like a biker in a heavy black leather jacket, jeans, and black clumpy boots. But, by some provenance, he was the biggest slag in SMT.
No shit, the girls you’d see heading up to his room—either with him or on their own, and once in a while, even with another chick—would make your jaw drop. It was a veritable parade of some of the best-looking women on campus.
“What’s your secret?” I’d once asked him after he’d lived in the house about three months. Because it was a legit phenomenon.
He’d smiled a self-satisfied smile. “I love going down on girls. And I have a really, really big…nose.”
He did, in fact, have a big nose. And also a freakishly large dick, or so I’d heard from people who’d caught him in the shower. I’d never seen it myself. It was sort of a shock to me girls were into that. I mean, gay guys, obviously, but the idea that some women were also perfectly capable of pursuing what they wanted sexually had been eye-opening to me. Good for them.
The point was, Felix was as straight as they came. And he knew lots of girls on campus.
“Question,” I began in a logical tone, “Of the guys in the A-hoe house, which are most popular with chicks?”
He looked up at me. “I dunno. Why?”
“Just trying to figure something out. Come on. You must know.”
Felix blew out a long breath, making a brrr noise with his lips. “Um. Traynor. I mean seriously. The man’s a god. Women like Bubba a lot, but I don’t think they take him seriously. That dude Rex is a hound, but he mostly sees women from off campus.” Felix shrugged. “They’re all pretty popular.”
“Huh.” I picked up a pen from Sai’s bedside table and tossed it from hand to hand. “I guess Rand is gay. And there’s that one guy, DeWan, who has a steady girlfriend.”
“Belinda,” Felix agreed. He took a swig of his Coke. “Too bad. She’s sa-weet.” He got a wistful smile.
“Mmm. What about Jesse? I’d think he’d be pretty popular with girls.”
Felix narrowed his eyes and gave me a sharp look. “Holy shit, Dobbs. Are you into Jesse Knox?”
I groaned and flopped back on the bed. “I am not into him!” I yelled.
“Okay!” Felix chuckled. “I guess he is pretty hot. If you like beefcake.”
“I’m leaving,” I said bitterly. I got off Sai’s bed. And then, because I wasn’t a total asshole unlike some people in the room, I neatened the coverlet.
“You know,” Felix mused, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Knox with a