“Dale snuck out to a USC party,” the voice yelled.

Fuckity fuck fuck FUCK. I swung open the door, forgetting that I was currently naked and Oakley had his pants around his ankles.

“Oh shit,” Kyle said with wide eyes as he stared. Oakley stepped in front of me, his hard cock pointing like an arrow at the asshole interrupting us. I quickly found Oakley’s shirt and put it on.

“What?” he asked. “And you better scrub the memory of my naked girlfriend from your brain, or I’ll make you run until you puke, freshman.”

Oh my God, he called me his girlfriend. Nope. Not important right now.

But like, oh my God!!

Kyle stammered, staring at the ceiling. “Uh. Dale snuck out, like, an hour ago? He found the fire escape and took the stairs.”

“That slippery bastard. I’m going to end him. I’m going to deflate his balls,” I growled.

Kyle let out a chuckle, then swallowed his amusement when he saw my furious expression peeking from around Oakley.

“Where is he?” Oakley asked.

“USC’s Pike house? I don’t know where it is.”

“Shit,” I began. “I know where that is.” I started looking around the hotel room for my pants and shoes. I was literally going to have to march myself into the lions’ den. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. It would be one thing to see the people who tormented me from across the field, and another thing entirely to march into their home.

“Is he in trouble?” I asked absentmindedly, shrugging on my yoga pants.

“Someone posted on Instagram that a University of Texas player was seen kissing a girl outside the party,” Kyle explained, his voice quivering from fear. “I told him not to go. I’m going to get in so much trouble.”

“Yeah, you are,” I grumbled. “I’ll be back. And please, for the love of ice cream, make sure no one else does something stupid. I will personally end anyone who so much as thinks about leaving this hotel.” I stepped forward and slammed the door shut.

Oakley let out a sigh and started looking for his clothes. “How far of a drive is it?”

“I’ll order an Uber. It’ll probably take thirty minutes,” I replied.

“Great. Let’s go.”

My brows shot up in surprise. “You’re not going,” I insisted. “You can’t be seen at a USC party, Oakley.”

“And you can’t waltz into that party alone. Dale is probably drunk off his ass, and I don’t trust anyone not to fuck with you. I know you’re nervous to be back here. You don’t have to do this alone, Amanda.”

“I—”

“Stop arguing. The longer we wait, the more opportunities Dale has to fuck up. Let’s bring him back before the coach finds out, okay?”