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After agreeing to be the focus of a college article,
senior Charlie Murtaugh gets more than he bargains for when he's assigned a clueless sophomore who knows nothing about the sport.
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I wake up alone.
As my eyes adjust to light streaming in through the large bay window, I realise Charlie must have thought leaving the curtains open is a good idea as he snuck out this morning. I don't know whether to be hurt about him escaping before I'm awake or relieved that we don't have to have an awkward conversation about what happened last night.
Either way, I feel my face heat up at the remembrance of the sordid event. In no way should I allow that to occur again. It is erroneous on so many levels. If I'm going to brag that I'm not going to sleep with someone, the last thing I should do is prove myself wrong by kissing them.
"I know that look." Shocked that I didn't realise someone was in the room, I sit up in the bed to see who graced the room with their presence. The redhead from the alpha sig party is peering at me with her hands crossed and a subtle smirk playing on her face. She's flaunting her gorgeous body in a cherry red triangle bikini top and high cut bottoms that correspond to her matte lips and ginger hair. "I'd spot that goddamn look from a mile away. I've seen it on plenty of girls who have shared a bed with Charlie," she continues as she circles to my side of the bed "I imagine that's what transpired whilst you two were locked up in my room leaving me to pulverize with a bunch of paupers for the night." Her red lips sprawl into a smile at my mortified face.
"I-he-we didn't share a bed." I answer quickly, my eyes begging for her to believe me but the look on her face states she believes otherwise and that makes my cheeks burn "I mean we did but not in that way-"
"It's none of my business what you two horny kids get up to." I catch the slight accent in her words but I'm slow to realise what country it must be from. She eyes the four-poster bed sadly "I'm just sad I wouldn't be utilising this queen-sized bed for the weekend-or any weekend for that matter."
"There is nothing wrong with the bed because we didn't do anything, I swear -" I sigh tiredly when she rolls her eyes, albeit with a red smile on her face "look I'm sorry for sleeping in your bed but I was locked in here. I had no say in the matter."
"No need to apologise, love, I'm only pulling your legs." she flips her hair before settling her pointed gaze at me "you must be Lorraine. I'm Bronte, nice to meet you."
Bronte. Aunty Bronte. The one Mila stays with when she's not with Charlie. I could tell from the alpha sig party she has some sort of relationship with Charlie but I just didn't know what kind.
You must be Lorraine-which means she knows who I am. I nod in approval and tell her it's nice to meet her too.
"Now, now, where is Charlie? I heard his delinquent ass was locked up in here for starting a fight?" She glances around the room for the presence of a basketball player with a look that states that she's about to kick him in the ass. And to be honest, I'm here for it. Charlie Murtaugh needs a good ass-kicking.
"He got in a fight with one of Ryan's frat friends and almost got in a fight with Bradley," I explain.
"This is exactly the type of sh*t that happens when I'm not around. Well, where the hell is he?"
