Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(62)

I find myself smiling at the screen until Serena gives me a Cheshire Cat smirk, wiggling her eyebrows until I nudge her with my shoulder.

I don’t get a chance to reply before another text bounces back.

Danny: I’m partial to those baggy clothes you wear tho…





Serena must have read the message from over my shoulder because I swear she swoons.

And she’s not the only one.

What the hell are you doing to me, Danny?





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO





DANNY





Wallace is going on about some party that one of the fraternities on the row hosted last night. The fucking idiot doesn’t know when to stop bragging about shit he shouldn’t be talking about.

The hockey team is notorious for their ragers, and even more infamous for the drugs supplied at them. Most of the people that go are snorting something, smoking something, or a combination of the two out in the open where anyone can record it. Since most of the guys on the hockey team are part of the frat, it wouldn’t surprise me if more than one of them partook on the party favors while they were there.

Caleb shoots me a look from across the table where we’re studying at the library and shakes his head to stop me from saying anything.

It’s bullshit.

I pull my phone out.

Me: Someone needs to drug test this moron to knock him down a peg

Cal: Don’t get any ideas

Me: Stop coddling him





The running back rolls his eyes and goes back to his homework. Raine murmurs something under her breath as Wallace relays some action he got with one of the girls at the party. That’s what gets Caleb to sigh and look over at the douche talking.

“You do realize other people can hear you, right?” he asks, gesturing toward the other students on the level within hearing distance. “If you were smart, you’d be careful what you say and where you say it. And show some fucking respect to the chick you’re talking about.”

Wallace has the nerve to roll his eyes and throw a piece of paper at him. “Like the girls who get involved with us don’t tell everyone they know as soon as we pull out.” A few of the guys snicker. Wallace shoots them a smirk before turning back to Caleb. “Quit giving me that look. None of you are any different. Butt out of my fucking business if you don’t want to hear about it. It’s not my fault you only get to have the same puss—”

In a deadly tone, Caleb says, “Do not finish that sentence.”

It’s rare he loses his shit, but whenever he does, it always has to do with the quiet girl beside him.

At least Wallace is smart enough to lift his hands up in mock surrender. I don’t miss the wiseass remark muttered under his breath, but Caleb must have because he’s back to staring at Raine with that longing look on his face. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a ring on her finger by graduation.

Flipping through another page of anthropology notes that I conned Ivy into giving me, I grow bored and grab my phone again.

Me: What’s the latest gossip?





My eyes trail to my buddies surrounding the table as they jot down shit on paper and read through textbooks. Brady is a table over, a table to himself because he’s got a massive workload this semester. His leg is propped up on one of the chairs, his crutches resting against the sides, as he thumbs through a book bigger than three of mine combined.

The dude is smart—smarter than any of us on the team. Last I knew, he had a 4.0 grade average, and he was beating himself up over applications into a decent med school. I know the biggest reason he got hurt is because he was too distracted from the stress of post-undergrad.

My phone goes off, drawing my attention from our main QB and to the screen.

Grandma M: Your mother has been on my case about you calling her. Says you haven’t spoken in almost two weeks. She thinks you’re avoiding her for some reason





I roll my eyes. I told Ma the last time we talked that I probably wouldn’t call home for a while. Classes started packing on assignments, Coach was drilling us hard, practice was grueling, and then there was Skylar. I’ve been busy as hell trying to balance everything.

Me: I’ll call tonight

Grandma M: You better, boy.





Boy. It doesn’t matter that I’ve got a foot and a half on the short woman, I know she could take me down easily. She’d smile as she did it, too.

Grandma M: You better bring back some of those cookies with you for Thanksgiving since I won’t be up to that bakery you love so much to get them myself





I snicker quietly and promise her I will before looking up at Caleb’s curious eyes. All I tell him is, “Grandma M says hi.”

He smiles easily. “She giving you shit about the next game still?”

“Acts like I’ve banned her from coming,” I grumble, earning a chuckle from him and an amused grin from his girlfriend.

Caleb sits back. “Remember last time she was at a game with Aiden’s grandma? They started that brawl with those younger dudes. I still think they would’ve won if his parents didn’t break it up first.”

Shaking my head, I smile wider. “I told Griff next time they’re at the same game we need to split them up. Less chance of security having to get involved.”