Guarded By the Goalie (WITTMORE U HOCKEY #2) by Angel Lawson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Angel Lawson
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Nadia
College parties suck.
Not that anyone would admit it, or that people would ever stop going to
them, but it’s true. Everything from the thumping, ear splitting music, to the
shitty, watery, lukewarm beer. Or, God, worse, the mystery fruit punch
served to all the girls the instant we walk through the door. What I hate
most of all is the couples, paired off, with their tongues thrust down one
another’s throats, with zero regard to anyone else in the room.
“Hey, you look like you could use another drink.” The statement comes
from the guy standing next to me; Jacob. Cute. Ish. A sophomore. Baseball
player for Wittmore U. Third baseman. He adds a wink that’s not as sexy as
he thinks it is.
He was also the one that offered me the first drink, the one that is still
full, that I’m currently clutching to my chest.
“I’m fine, thanks.” I give him a smile and take a fake sip.
I don’t take drinks from guys I don’t know at parties. I don’t even take
drinks from guys I do know at parties. Not anymore.
This party is more annoying than most. It’s game day and everyone
started partying early. I mean–early. When I walked into the coffee shop
after my 6 AM shift at the gym, the three sorority girls in line in front of me
were already dressed for the game. It’s November, and the cool air did
nothing to deter them from being out in short sequined dresses, designed to
look like the Wittmore football jersey. The number ‘04’ stamped on the
back in a shimmery black. Beneath the short hem, their long, slim legs were
bare, only covered in identical white cowgirl boots. One girl had a button
pinned to the front, a photo of a tough looking face of one of the players.
Her boyfriend, I presumed.
I stood behind them in my campus gym work shirt and leggings feeling
self-conscious, jealous, and for the fiftieth time that week, reconsidering my
new haircut which includes bangs. I thought I’d be one of those girls when I
got to Wittmore. Sorority sister. The quarterback’s girlfriend.
God, I was a fool.
Hours later, the game is over and everyone is here for the afterparty.
Those girls all look a little more haggard. Makeup smeared and messy,
fueled on energy drinks, loud music, and the excitement of a Wittmore win.
Jacob presses his hand against the wall behind me and leans close,
giving me a whiff of cologne as he peers into my drink. Or maybe my
cleavage? Either way, when he notices the cup is still full, a flicker of
annoyance crosses his face. He does have the good sense to shake it off and
gives me what he thinks is a charming smile. “I’m here to serve when
you’re ready.”
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