Read Online Pulse (Contemporary new adult/college romance) (Club Grit Trilogy) by Brooke Jaxsen - Free Book Online
Authors: Brooke Jaxsen
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recently and I didn’t know what it was, but she had a lilt in her voice, a hop to her step, and it was rumored she was actually getting serious with one of her suitors.
“Long story short, it was not the greatest.”
“Nobody wants a short story. Tell all,” demanded Samantha, lifting her hands into the air as if to command me, as if she was the leader of a cult and I one of the followers. I loved it when her inner theater minor came out and I laughed.
“Alright, so, he was cute as usual, but we didn’t really click. He talked more about himself than I expected and I guess that away from work, bouncers are just normal guys and I want something...more,” I lied. Well, it wasn’t a total lie. I’d asked Skylar questions about himself so he didn’t get a chance to get to know me, so that I could figure out why he’d ever be with a girl like me to begin with, so that I could learn that he wouldn’t. Ever. That he was just doing it to save me the embarrassment of being rejected. “We took a pic.”
I showed them the picture of Skylar I’d kept, the one that I’d been tempted to set as my background so I’d stop going to the Photos app on my champagne colored iPhone 5S and looking at his picture and wishing in that moment, I was the iPhone his eyes were making love to instead of the girl he was next to, cheek to cheek, but ignoring.
“You guys make such a cute couple...but if you’re not feeling it, I guess you’re just not feeling it,” said Becca, shrugging her shoulders. That’s what I liked about Becca. She wasn’t a pusher, like the girls in the sorority that pushed people’s boundaries and limits to make them “stronger”. Just recently, one of those girls that the Bigs had pushed had ended up leaving the sorority and I hadn’t really paid it mind, because I knew Omega life wasn’t for everyone. It wasn’t for the weak. I didn’t know her story or reason for leaving, just that as an Omega sister, I’d be an Omega for life, no matter what happened, and that I’d stay strong, never letting a guy like Skylar make me weak.
“You invited DeAndre tonight, right?” asked Samantha. It was obvious she was trying to cheer me up by changing the topic, but all she ended up doing was opening a can of worms I didn’t even know was on the table.
“Wait. Wait. Wait...Kim let her invite DeAndre?” asked Becca in return. She sounded concerned, but she was the carefree one usually, the one who told girls to go after guys and to believe in the best in people. She was the one against gossiping and all about giving second chances, so what beef did she have with DeAndre? Had he dissed her in some way, or was there an actual issue?
“Uh, yeah, why?” Shit. The last thing I’d wanted was to cause more drama. I’d chosen DeAndre because unlike Skylar, he seemed like he was going to be easy to manage, not some guy that I’d have to hold on a leash and take care of. He wasn’t supposed to be a problem, but a solution. He wasn’t supposed to be the kind of guy that caused me trouble, but the kind that made it go away.
“Well, you know DeAndre gets...handsy, right?” It was obvious Becca was trying to be diplomatic about something, but I wished she would just come out with it, what the issue was about DeAndre. Frat boys were handsy, to put it lightly, that was a given, but what had DeAndre done that warranted a warning about it?
“Yeah, I know, I kinda got handsy back with him on Thursday, at Pub Night.” I blushed. I’d been too wasted and too fucked up to remember exactly what we’d done but I remembered I’d had fun with him, that I’d said his name and that he’d said mine, and I remembered that I wanted more.
“Oh, well, as long as you know,” said Samantha. Becca shot her a glare. I’d never seen them like this. Maybe it was because Kim was usually around as a buffer but this was the Big Battle of the Bigs. There was no hair pulling, no smashing glasses on the ground, no Jersey Shore
“Long story short, it was not the greatest.”
“Nobody wants a short story. Tell all,” demanded Samantha, lifting her hands into the air as if to command me, as if she was the leader of a cult and I one of the followers. I loved it when her inner theater minor came out and I laughed.
“Alright, so, he was cute as usual, but we didn’t really click. He talked more about himself than I expected and I guess that away from work, bouncers are just normal guys and I want something...more,” I lied. Well, it wasn’t a total lie. I’d asked Skylar questions about himself so he didn’t get a chance to get to know me, so that I could figure out why he’d ever be with a girl like me to begin with, so that I could learn that he wouldn’t. Ever. That he was just doing it to save me the embarrassment of being rejected. “We took a pic.”
I showed them the picture of Skylar I’d kept, the one that I’d been tempted to set as my background so I’d stop going to the Photos app on my champagne colored iPhone 5S and looking at his picture and wishing in that moment, I was the iPhone his eyes were making love to instead of the girl he was next to, cheek to cheek, but ignoring.
“You guys make such a cute couple...but if you’re not feeling it, I guess you’re just not feeling it,” said Becca, shrugging her shoulders. That’s what I liked about Becca. She wasn’t a pusher, like the girls in the sorority that pushed people’s boundaries and limits to make them “stronger”. Just recently, one of those girls that the Bigs had pushed had ended up leaving the sorority and I hadn’t really paid it mind, because I knew Omega life wasn’t for everyone. It wasn’t for the weak. I didn’t know her story or reason for leaving, just that as an Omega sister, I’d be an Omega for life, no matter what happened, and that I’d stay strong, never letting a guy like Skylar make me weak.
“You invited DeAndre tonight, right?” asked Samantha. It was obvious she was trying to cheer me up by changing the topic, but all she ended up doing was opening a can of worms I didn’t even know was on the table.
“Wait. Wait. Wait...Kim let her invite DeAndre?” asked Becca in return. She sounded concerned, but she was the carefree one usually, the one who told girls to go after guys and to believe in the best in people. She was the one against gossiping and all about giving second chances, so what beef did she have with DeAndre? Had he dissed her in some way, or was there an actual issue?
“Uh, yeah, why?” Shit. The last thing I’d wanted was to cause more drama. I’d chosen DeAndre because unlike Skylar, he seemed like he was going to be easy to manage, not some guy that I’d have to hold on a leash and take care of. He wasn’t supposed to be a problem, but a solution. He wasn’t supposed to be the kind of guy that caused me trouble, but the kind that made it go away.
“Well, you know DeAndre gets...handsy, right?” It was obvious Becca was trying to be diplomatic about something, but I wished she would just come out with it, what the issue was about DeAndre. Frat boys were handsy, to put it lightly, that was a given, but what had DeAndre done that warranted a warning about it?
“Yeah, I know, I kinda got handsy back with him on Thursday, at Pub Night.” I blushed. I’d been too wasted and too fucked up to remember exactly what we’d done but I remembered I’d had fun with him, that I’d said his name and that he’d said mine, and I remembered that I wanted more.
“Oh, well, as long as you know,” said Samantha. Becca shot her a glare. I’d never seen them like this. Maybe it was because Kim was usually around as a buffer but this was the Big Battle of the Bigs. There was no hair pulling, no smashing glasses on the ground, no Jersey Shore
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