Page 16 of Necessary Roughness
“And I want all visits limited to only two guestsmaximumnext time.”
I dumped a handful of Tums tablets directly into my mouth. “Two, yeah,” I said with my mouth full. “Jayden and Bryson were the only ones who brought me home last night.”
“Um,no,” she corrected. “There was a third man. He was very strong and handsome.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “It was intimidating.”
I whipped my head around to face her, then winced as a spell of dizziness hit me. Steadying my head with a hand, I said, “Was his hair dark, or blond?”
“Dirty blond,” she replied. “He wasveryattractive.”
“Yeah, you said that.” Knox. The guy from my chemistry class, who I’d been flirting with.Oneof the guys. I guess the other one, Logan, wasn’t chivalrous enough to make sure I got home okay.
I washed the chalky Tums taste out of my mouth, refilled my water glass, then tried to retreat to my room.
“I’ll create a spreadsheet for approved guests!” Morgan called after me.
I flashed her a thumbs-up before closing my bedroom door.
I spent most of Friday recovering from my hangover, which meant missing an important orientation mixer with one of my professors. Great start to the semester, huh? Jayden and Bryson peppered me with texts to go out to eat with them, but I turned them down.
I made up for it on Saturday morning by hitting the books bright and early. Since I was on a five year master’s program, I had a mixture of undergrad and graduate classes this semester. Beginning the required reading helped me feel like I wasin control, rather than waiting until Monday to have all my classwork dumped onto my shoulders.
Around three in the afternoon, there was a pounding on our front door. A few seconds later, Morgan stuck her head in my room. “You have visitors.”
“There’s our party animal,” Bryson said as he pushed past my roommate.
“How you feeling, sweetie?” Jayden asked.
Morgan cleared her throat. “The visitor spreadsheet…”
“They’re on it,” I said. “They’re literally the only two names I put.”
“Visitor spreadsheet?” Bryson asked.
“There’s a discrepancy,” Morgan insisted. “You put down Jayden Scofield, but he told me his name isGayden.”
I groaned. “Jayden is his real name. He goes by Gayden because he’s gay.”
“Gayer than a fruit salad,” Bryson said.
Jayden elbowed his twin and gestured at me. “Seriously, there’s a visitor spreadsheet? What is this, a night club? I don’t need music to dance.” He put his hands on his knees, stuck out his ass, and began twerking.
“Let’s talk about it later,” I told Morgan, who finally left us alone.
Bryson closed the door and rounded on me. “Visitor spreadsheet?”
“Don’t get me started,” I muttered.
“Weird. Whatever. We’re here to drag you back out into the world. The football game is in half an hour.”
“Pass,” I said.
“Come on!” Jayden said. “It’s a tradition. We’ve gone to the season opener every year since we were freshmen.”
“Maybe it’s time to drop childish traditions, like getting shitfaced on Thirsty Thursday before classes start.”
Bryson frowned at me. “Is this because of what happened at that party? You shouldn’t be embarrassed. It’s not like Knox and Logan will be able to spot you in the crowd.”
That was a weird way for him to phrase it. I wasn’treallyworried about running into those two guys at the football game, though. The stadium held eighty thousand people, and the student section was huge.
