Page 22 of Scandalous Little Obsession

"That's not what I said at all, but yes, that's what I meant. No one is. No one ever will be."

His fists are clenched at his side. I have a feeling the next words out of my mouth determine whether or not he swings.

"Someone will be. Someday. And when she finds that person, I really hope you can give him a chance to prove it to you. Otherwise, she's going to live a lonely, miserable life. I know that's not what you want for her."

He opens his mouth to reply, closing it just as quickly, before walking away without a word.

Leo, 1; Max, 0?

I don't really think I won that battle, but it felt good to put him in his place. Even if just a little.

And it's not like I was talking about me. Though, I'd like to think I have as much of a chance as any other guy here. If she'd just give me one. And stop pushing me away.

She walked away from me at the party when we met.

Forced me to walk away at the same party.

Kicked me out of her room after seeking me out.

And today she walked away when I finally had her in my arms again.

"He's going to kill you one day," Craig says, sneaking up behind me.

Max looks over his shoulder at the two of us, but his eyes are focused on Craig. He gives him a slight nod, and an uneasy feeling washes over me.

"Nah. I don't plan to give him a reason to."

"I thought you were going after the girl."

"I don't know that she's worth it. I don't think she wants me to chase her anymore."

Lies. All lies. I plan to chase her even if she keeps pushing me away. Because I know she wants me, and she wants me to fight for her.

But I have a feeling Craig is conspiring with Max. I don't have proof, but the feeling in my gut leads me to believe I need to watch my back around him. My own roommate. Which means if they are working together, I'm constantly under surveillance.

I'll have to test my theory.

"Let's go, ladies!" Kane hollers over the noise of the crowd. "Show time!"

We all groan in unison as we follow him out of the tent. Let's get this over with so I can change and wash my face.

At least, that's what I think until we reach the fifty-yard line of the intramural football field and find the stands jam-packed with students, waiting for the show to start.

Thankfully, we go first. Get our routine over with. We all struggle through the movements, looking like a bunch of clowns, but at least you can hear our cheer. After the other fraternity houses go, two of which were also dressed as cheerleaders, the sorority houses start filtering out onto the field.

And the first thing I notice is the Zetas are dressed in fifties outfits—red hoop skirts and lots of polka dots. Off to the side a few are dressed in dark jeans, black leather jackets, and have their hair slicked back.

The moment the music starts, I realize they're doing a skit from Grease. And they nail it.

There's no way we're winning the spirit award. Not with the way they incorporated not only the school colors, but also changed the words to the song to affiliate it with LSU. Whoever put their performance together deserves to win the award.

Which they do.

Which angers Max. Especially since we took second place.

He's standing next to their president, Cleo, stone-faced as he accepts the runner-up trophy. We're cheering, happy with how things turned out, which only furthers Max's irritation with the competition.

As people start to filter out of the stands, Max rejoins our group. "Go change. Go to the game. Have fun. The party at the house starts right after."

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