“No fair.” The ‘bitches’ girl was scowling at me, nodding at my phone. “I haven’t fucked you. I get first dibs. No girl can cut in with a text.”

Trina glared at her. “Excuse me?”

The ‘bitches’ girl just moved in, putting herself between Trina and me. Her back to Trina and her front to me, and she smiled right up at me, making sure I got a good view of her cleavage. And that view looked damn good, too.

She held her drink right in front of them, taking a slow sip, and being all sultry as she swallowed. “Aspen told me your situation. I don’t care. I like to have sex and I don’t think you’ll be scared of me. My reputation is already getting around.”

Jesus. This girl.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Veronica.” She shot a glance under her eyelashes to her friends. “We could go and come back before Angeline starts giggling. I’m shocked she hasn’t started, to be honest, but between you and me, her tolerance level is getting better. Before she’d drink one wine cooler and the giggles would start.”

I was thinking Angeline wasn’t the giggling girl I’d had at our house. Bren would not be down with that.

I was eyeing Veronica, then moved to the rest of the girls. And nope. It was a different girl. I could tell which one was Angeline because she was staring into her drink, her shoulders shaking the whole time.

“Too late.”

Veronica looked and swore under her breath. “Aww, crap. Now Jade won’t let me leave to fuck you. I’m going to have to watch Angeline all night now.” With that said, she shoved aside a guy who had danced into our circle and went over to her friend, taking her drink away from her. She finished it for her, then took her hand and dragged her away.

The other girl remained. She’d been over to the house once with Aspen.

Jade? I was pretty sure that was her name, and she was eyeing me, too.

I smirked at her. It was more a reflex by now.

My phone buzzed again.

Sonya: Are you coming?

Sonya: No underwear. And it’s toga night. You do the math.

I groaned, but then Jade had come over. I looked, but no Trina. She was gone, too.

“Hey,” she said as she sipped her drink.

Dark hair that was pulled back, off her face. Dark eyes. Nice, dark red lips. Pretty face. Fantastic fucking body. She wasn’t wearing the toga thing, but had on a tank top, a cute little frilly skirt, and a backpack. The backpack threw me.

“Why the bag?”

She snorted. “I bring my own drinks. You think I’m going to trust some fraternity with my intoxication? No, thank you.”

I liked her. She was smart.

“Your name is Jade?”