Turning to me, he glares, rubbing some oil together in his palms before running it through his curls. “Dude, chill. I’m coming
now.”
Rolling my eyes again, I tuck my phone into my pocket and push off the doorframe to go up the stairs. Since Markus and I are going for the captain positions, we already claimed the room I had last year when I shared with Jayden. Since he was the captain last year, he got to choose his roommate and he chose me. More because my mom worries about me twenty-four seven, but also because I’m his favorite sibling. I mean, if I had to choose between Jude, our older sister Lucy, or me, I would choose me.
I’m fucking amazing.
When I hear the door slam, I let out a sigh of relief as I listen to Markus running up the stairs behind me. He is a junior and also two years older than me since he started school late when he was a kid. He’s a cool dude and a really great friend. We clicked from the beginning and have been inseparable ever since. As the left wing to his right, we just work, on and off the ice. He’s basically my brother from another mother, and since we both have parents who have gotten divorced, we provide that support for each other.
“What’s your mom cooking?” Markus asks as he falls into step with me once we get outside. The house is empty; no one has moved in yet and won’t until Sunday, but I plan on getting my bags and stuff tonight so I can move in early. I think Markus is going to do the same thing. I’m not sure, though. I kind of hope so, because I don’t want to be in that house alone. I will more than likely be hungover tomorrow when I move in, but still, the Bullies’ house freaks me out when it’s empty.
Probably doesn’t help that Jayden convinced me it’s haunted. Asshole.
A shiver runs down my spine as I glance over at him. “Steak and potatoes, probably.”
“Cool.”
“Are you moving in tonight or tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Awesome.” My voice is full of relief, which makes Markus laugh.
“What, scared the boogeyman who wears a hockey helmet and carries a pointed stick will gut you?”
Glaring, I push Markus away. “Fuck off.”
His laughter is easy and his light caramel eyes fill with mischief as we cross the Bullies’ yard to the quad to get to my car. I left it over by the communications building after my last class.
“Why did you leave your car over here again?” I glance at him, annoyed since I already told him why.
“Because I was following these two girls, trying to get their numbers, and inviting them to the party tonight.”
He laughs. “But you failed?”
“No, I don’t fail; I just let them play their little game of hard to get. I’ll get them sooner rather than later.”
Actually, they were seniors and both had slept with my brothers.
I guess they weren’t down for a hat trick of the Sinclair brothers.
“They blew you off,” he accuses and I roll my eyes.
“No, I don’t get blown off. I’m Jace Fucking Sinclair—girls flock to me.”
Markus scoffs. “Keep dreaming, brother. You know the only reason they flock to you is to get to this chocolate dreamboat.”
I pause, laughter bubbling inside my chest. “Did you really just say that?”
Laughing, he nods. “Damn right, that’s what Leslie called me last night.”
My face wrinkles up at not only the mention of Leslie but also at the very graphic humping action Markus is displaying. “I think I just puked a bit.”
Still laughing, he somehow keeps up with me as I cross into the quad quickly. It is full of people, everyone enjoying the last couple weeks of summer weather. It is hot, not balls-hot, but hot. Girls are lying in their bikinis tanning, while dudes are running around with no shirts, trying to impress them. If I didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d throw off my black tee and join in on the game of football that has everyone’s attention.
But I have to go.
Checking out the many gorgeous women my school offers me, I ask, “So, you two are serious, then?”