The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(55)

I couldn’t help but feel prideful, and a sense of power washed over me.

“Alright, I won’t bother you anymore outside of class, and you will actually try to study?”

“You’d kill me if you got a bad grade; I have no choice.”

I laughed. “You got that right.”

“So, you’ll come by, and we can study at my frat house tonight?”

I almost blurted out a laugh. No studying ever got done at a frat house.

“Why don’t we go to the library? It’s quieter, and we can get more done.”

I saw him pacing around the field as he talked. He looked a bit nervous even from this distance.

“The truth is, Christine, that I really don’t feel comfortable studying anywhere outside my room.”

I continued to push.

“Yeah, studying female anatomy.”

“Okay, that’s a fair hit. But, I still would prefer to study at home.”

I sighed. He seemed unrelenting in his efforts to get me to come over.

“Fine,” I said, “but, if you try to make a pass at me then I’m going to be very upset, and you can study on your own.”

“Deal,” he said.

I nearly hung up my phone, but it looked like he wasn’t done yet.

“One more thing,” he added, “I think some people are coming over for a party tonight. They might be loud, but it shouldn’t be too much a distraction.”

“Fine,” I sighed, “I will just bring earplugs.”

I hung up my phone. I had no interest in going to a party tonight, but if it meant that I could get some studying done with this horrid situation looming over my head, then I might as well try.

I was surprised when he urged me to come over. For an outgoing man, he really didn’t seem that interested in trying new things. I’m sure he had his reasons for avoiding the library, but I made no point to pry.

I was stuck going to a party by proxy, and I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. I hadn’t been to a college party yet, but I had walked by a few. They were always drunken affairs, broken up by campus police before they got too far out of hand.

Perhaps this party wouldn’t be so uproarious; then again perhaps I’m kidding myself. Even so, I thought it might be nice to look the part.

I stayed on the rooftop, waiting for the sun to set over the buildings. Today was far from over.



5.

The frat house was an old brick building with roman letters pinned to the balcony of the second story. The building sat close to the roadside, leaving little room for a yard. Even so, a couple guys were throwing a ball back and forth. Despite the chill night air, they were still shirtless.

As I strode towards the door they both stopped.

“Hey there, cutie. Where are you headed?”

I swiveled.

“I have business inside.”

The two looked at each other and laughed.

“Business? I think you’re at the wrong house.”

Hollis opened the door.

“Don’t worry about it guys, she’s here to help me study.”

They looked at Hollis and me and continued to laugh.

“Enjoy your business Hollis,” they scoffed.

Hollis beckoned me close and held the door for me as I entered, whispering in my ear along the way.

“Don’t mind them. They’re just jealous they can never get a date.”

I looked at him with disdain.

“Not that this is a date,” he added.

I nodded and stood in the entryway. For a frat house was surprisingly well kept. That is to say, there wasn’t any garbage lying around, which I was thankful for.

He started up the staircase and waved for me to follow.

“You guys keep this place pretty clean.”

“Not every guy wants to live in garbage. My parents were pretty strict with me growing up; now I’m just used to everything being clean. Keeping the rest of the guys in check is hard, but I think they’re finally getting it.”

I didn’t know he was the one in charge.

“So, you’re like the mother of the group,” I asked.

“I wouldn’t say mother, I would more say incredibly strict father.”

He gestured towards his room, with the door still open. I entered and took in my surroundings.

He had a rather large bed in the corner, already made up for the evening. In the corner sat a pair of desks lined against the wall, both covered in homework. A couple of books were already open; making it appear that he began studying before I arrived. The floor was spotless, save for the carpets covering the hard wood.

“Make yourself cozy; I thought it best that we work by the desk.”

I moved over and lowered myself to the chair, and we started to study. He was surprisingly apt for what he was, picking up a rather advanced topic easier than I would have thought possible of him.

A couple hours passed and he had absorbed everything that I really knew.

“Why do you do so poorly in class if you’re capable of learning this quickly?”

“What do you mean,” he asked.

I had to know what was going on, was he faking being dumb to be popular, or was he just not interested. The thought was nagging at me, and I was consumed with curiosity.

“You seemed capable of picking this up really easily, are you trying to make me look like a fool?”