Palm South University_ Season 2, Episode 1(2)By: Kandi Steiner
“I am. Not even thinking about them.” And it’s true. Maybe I’m finally sick of their shit enough to where I refuse to let it weigh on me, or maybe I’m being selfish for once. Either way, I’m just excited to be back at Palm South — especially since we’re just a few short months away from Spring Break.
Skyler smiles. “Good. Oh! I think I see a table.”
She points to a half-empty table and I nod, following her toward it. We start gathering a few of my brothers and her sisters to play chandelier with us when a girl I’ve never met before pops up in front of me.
Her voice is loud and perky, and my eyes widen a fraction.
Taking a second look, I realize there’s a very long, very sexy pair of legs attached to the too-spunky-for-me voice.
“Are you the birthday boy?”
Her question catches me off guard, almost as much as her unique appearance. Her hair is just past her shoulders, jet black at the roots and faded into a deep purple at the ends. It’s curled, falling similar to the way Skyler’s does naturally, and she’s wearing a thick pair of black frames. She’s dressed simply in a black v-neck t-shirt and bleach-washed jeans, though they hug her in all the right places. Her smile is bright, curious, and unapologetic.
I can’t for the life of me figure out why, but I immediately want to nail her.
My eyes flick to her plump lips.
Okay maybe I do know why.
I hold one finger up. “Guilty.”
Her smile widens. “Thank fuck.” Without warning, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls her mouth up to mine. Her lips are soft and wet, and even though I have no idea what the hell is happening, I grip her small waist tight in my hands and snake my tongue into her mouth. She moans, her hands fisting at the back of my neck. I bite her lower lip as she pulls back, releasing it with a pop.
“They dared me to give you your first birthday kiss of the night,” she pants, her eyes still on my mouth. When she lifts them again, I realize they’re a bright green. “It was really going to suck if you were unfortunate looking.”
“Does that mean you think I’m hot?”
She smirks. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind giving you your last birthday kiss of the night, too, if that answers your question.”
I can’t say I’m not shocked by her honesty. Most girls play hard to get, or not interested, or whatever other fucking games they think make them seem like they’re not easy targets. This girl is standing tall, eyes on mine, confident and sure.
And it’s so fucking sexy.
Grinning, I lean in closer, brushing her hair behind her ear so I have easier access. My dark hands are a stark contrast to her pale white skin. “And what if I want more than just a birthday kiss?” I whisper.
She inhales a stiff breath, just enough to let me know I’m affecting her the way I want to. Then, she licks her lip and pulls away from my grasp. “I guess you’re going to have to hope my friends have your interests in mind the next time I pick dare.” She winks, turns, and rejoins a small group of girls across the yard. They all giggle and keep their eyes on me, but I can’t take mine off of her.
“What the shit was that?” Skyler asks, sliding up beside me with two freshly filled cups. She holds one out to me and lifts the others to her lips, her eyes following mine to the group of girls still watching us.
“No idea,” I murmur, taking the cup.
“Come on, let’s drink.” Skyler starts setting up the game and more people gather around us, but I keep my eyes focused on the girl with the purple hair until she finally turns to sneak a peek at me again. I hold her gaze steady for just a moment before her friends drag her back inside the house.
I don’t even know her name, but by the end of the night, I’m determined to know her bra size.
IT’S ALMOST THREE IN THE MORNING.
Skyler took off about an hour ago to meet up with Adam, her boyfriend in Alpha Sigma, but not before completely following through on her promise. I’m drunk. And that’s an understatement.
Lacy is hanging all over me, licking up my neck and whispering what she wants to do to me. Had this been last semester, I probably would have given her a second round in my bed. She’s cute — caramel skin and carefully-styled natural hair. She wasn’t a bad lay, per say, but she was just a distraction for me during a shitty time. My mom had just asked me for money and I needed a temporary escape. But tonight, I’m celebrating. I’m not looking for a distraction.