Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(13)

Gulping down the rest of my breakfast in the form of a giant energy drink, I tap my fingers on the steering wheel, trying to build up the balls to get out of the car.

It’s a strange sensation being out of my comfort zone, especially in a school type environment.

God was right about the outfit. Not one person here was dressed in anything other than casual clothes. I’m glad he made me bring a change of outfit.

“Wanna meet up for lunch?” I turn my attention to God, who napped the entire way here and is now scrolling through his cell phone, yawning. He’s all or nothing—either speed-balling on whatever upper he can get his hands on or dragging when he crashes.

“Nah, man. I’ve got some shit to do. We can catch up tonight.”

Frowning, I grab his cell and turn the thing off.

“Dude, what the fuck?” he grinds out, holding his hand out to me.

“You not going to class?”

He snorts and snatches his phone back.

“No one goes to class freshman week.”

Opening the car door, he slides out and salutes me.

I follow suit, calling out, “Why the fuck did you ride here then?”

Grinning, he turns to walks backwards, stating. “To support you…and I didn’t want to be left with your old man. He looks at me weird. I think he’s got a crush.”

I give him the finger, and he chuckles, jogging out the parking lot.

The slacks I’m wearing are crushing my ball sac, and the tie feels like a noose around my neck. Why the fuck did I think I could pull this shit off.

Popping the trunk, I grab my bag, then open it up pulling out my clothes.

God knows me better than I know myself half the time, I lasted a whole car ride before needing to change.

I whip my tie off, then unbutton my shirt, giving a quick look around the parking lot. There are a few bodies lurking around, but fuck it.

Tugging my pants down, I ignore a guy standing a few feet away getting out of his car. His eyes expand and give me the once over before he holds his cell phone up and snaps a photo, bold as fuck.

Like there aren’t a million pictures of me half naked on the internet.

“Supplies for your spank bank?” I wink, and he blushes before hurrying away, clearly unaware of being caught red-handed. Pervert.

After slipping a pair of black jeans up my legs, I tear off my shirt, replace it with a black tee, and throw on the trusty Tom Ford leather jacket God brought me back from a fashion show his mother was involved in last year.

I close the trunk and hitch my bag up on my shoulder.

Leaning down to see myself in the car window, I run my hands through my hair to mess it up.

This is me, I can’t pull off the preppy, put together look.

The rhythm in my chest pounds, and I take in a deep breath. I’m taking back control, yet feel like a boy starting kindergarten for the first time.

The grounds of the college expand beyond what my eyes can take in. It’s like a continuous garden covered by an abundance of grass and shrubbery.

Benches sit beneath large billowing trees standing tall and proud against the stone backdrop of the actual building.

I feel out of my depth, and that’s unsettling. I’ve always been in control, held the cards, made the rules, yet, for some fucking reason, I’m anxious as shit.

My whole high school career was to get me to this place, and now I’m here, I know I can’t ride the wave of my football fame. That ship sailed without me on board. Getting through college is going to take real work, study, focus, and less fucking around.

Taking a breath, I move farther onto the grounds, taking it all in.

White stone bricks stacked tall into the sky with round pillars like castle turrets make the place look almost mythical, and reaches dizzying heights.

Large decorative windows with arched entryways give a royal vibe. The appearance alone has me gulping. We’re not in high school anymore, that’s for sure.



Dodging a few kids rushing around like they’re late, my eyes fall on a few students handing out flyers to any and everyone including me.

“Yo, bro, download the app,” some dude says, pushing a business type card into my hand.

It’s weird being on a campus where no one really knows me and treats me like everyone else.

Girls’ stares still linger on me, but unlike high school, there isn’t a crowd forming around my car to greet me purely based on my mere fucking arrival.

People acknowledge me with a head tilt, but that’s it.

I wasn’t king of the school anymore.

Nope. No one gives a fuck.

I’m just another rich kid who paid his way in, and that thought unsettled me.

My plans of coming here and being a sure bet for The Elite begin to fade from my view. The mere size of campus alone is daunting.

Whispering doubt siphons into my conscience from my own fear of failure. My mother’s words fire into my brain like a machine gun.

“You owe it to him.”

The air around me thickens, and the darkness begins creeping into my marrow, taunting me with the ghosts that haunt me.

I would do whatever it takes to become an Elite, but the actual possibility of not getting in has only just dawned on me. The things that matter most to me are the things I have no control over now.

A cold-sweat breaks over my skin, and my chest begins to pound, roaring in my own ears.