uncomfortably.
“I’m sorry, but it’s true. You and Stacy are so close. I thought we would be the same way, especially after she graduated, but we’ve barely hung out since I became your Little. It’s like you hung out with me nonstop to get me to choose you as my Big and then just stopped trying. I mean when is the last time we did something together just the two of us?”
I scoff and turn to Ashlei, looking for help. I don’t find it.
“I can’t argue with that one, Jess,” Ashlei says apologetically. “Maybe she’s got a point here.”
“We hang out all the time!” I shout a little louder than I intend to. “We just hung out the other night.”
“Yeah. At sisterhood movie night. But when is the last time we did something just the two of us? Something not sorority related?”
I chew my lip, but can’t come up with an answer. She’s right. I know she’s right. Hell, I was just talking to the girls about how I wish I were closer with Bo. But right now, I don’t want her to be right. I don’t want this to be about us. I want her to take a damn Little and not let our family line die.
“Whatever.” I snatch my Lilly Pulitzer bag off the couch and throw it over my shoulder. “Do what you want, Little. I’m late for class.”
“Jess…” Ashlei tries to stop me, reaching out for my arm but I shrug her off and jet for the door, letting it slam behind me. I’m fuming. Bo should want to take a Little, she shouldn’t be so fixated on what our relationship is like. I’m her mentor. That’s what I’m supposed to be. Not every Big/Little pair is best friends. It’s a special relationship, just like a big and little sister in real life. Yes, sometimes friendships bloom out of that sisterhood, and yes Stacy and I are an example of that. But, Bo shouldn’t be holding back because she’s searching for that with me, too.
I frown at myself as I speed walk into the Political Science building. God, I’m being such a bitch. Here my Little is basically saying she just wants to be better friends with me and I’m yelling at her telling her to go find new friends.
Yeah. I suck.
I snatch a packet of papers from someone as I storm in the classroom and up to a seat near the back. It’s only when I sit down and unload my textbook that I realize I snatched those papers from Jarrett. He’s watching me intently, his dark eyes narrowing as his brows pull in. I grit my teeth and start scribbling in my notepad as hard as I can with my black ink pen, trying to work out the tension that I know only has one true release.
A release I’d really like to get from my professor’s assistant right now.
By the end of class, all the muscles in my body are growing sore and I know I can’t take it any longer. I ignore Ashlei’s text asking if I’m okay along with Jarrett’s concerned glare asking pretty much the same thing and head straight to Ralph’s after attendance is called and Dr. Maynard excuses us. What a fucking Wednesday.
Ralph’s is a small, shitty bar but it’s the closest one to campus and therefore always packed. It’s something between a biker bar and a club and it’s pretty much my home. As soon as I sink down into the barstool, I feel a little better.
“You need a drink,” a deep voice says from behind me. I quickly glance back and fight the urge to roll my eyes. It’s Matt, the president of Omega Chi Beta. He’s always been a huge flirt, which is kind of a lame turn-off to me, but I can’t deny that he’s hot. Bleach blonde hair, hazel eyes, cute grin and tall frame? Yeah. He’ll do.
“I have one,” I point out, lifting my fruity rum drink in his direction before taking a sip.
“Let me buy the next one?”
“I’ve never been one to turn down free booze.” Eying him, I take another sip. “I’m surprised you and your brothers aren’t throwing another rager tonight.”
“Yeah well, we’re trying to lay a little low after last week’s stoplight party. Cops were called,
“I’m sorry, but it’s true. You and Stacy are so close. I thought we would be the same way, especially after she graduated, but we’ve barely hung out since I became your Little. It’s like you hung out with me nonstop to get me to choose you as my Big and then just stopped trying. I mean when is the last time we did something together just the two of us?”
I scoff and turn to Ashlei, looking for help. I don’t find it.
“I can’t argue with that one, Jess,” Ashlei says apologetically. “Maybe she’s got a point here.”
“We hang out all the time!” I shout a little louder than I intend to. “We just hung out the other night.”
“Yeah. At sisterhood movie night. But when is the last time we did something just the two of us? Something not sorority related?”
I chew my lip, but can’t come up with an answer. She’s right. I know she’s right. Hell, I was just talking to the girls about how I wish I were closer with Bo. But right now, I don’t want her to be right. I don’t want this to be about us. I want her to take a damn Little and not let our family line die.
“Whatever.” I snatch my Lilly Pulitzer bag off the couch and throw it over my shoulder. “Do what you want, Little. I’m late for class.”
“Jess…” Ashlei tries to stop me, reaching out for my arm but I shrug her off and jet for the door, letting it slam behind me. I’m fuming. Bo should want to take a Little, she shouldn’t be so fixated on what our relationship is like. I’m her mentor. That’s what I’m supposed to be. Not every Big/Little pair is best friends. It’s a special relationship, just like a big and little sister in real life. Yes, sometimes friendships bloom out of that sisterhood, and yes Stacy and I are an example of that. But, Bo shouldn’t be holding back because she’s searching for that with me, too.
I frown at myself as I speed walk into the Political Science building. God, I’m being such a bitch. Here my Little is basically saying she just wants to be better friends with me and I’m yelling at her telling her to go find new friends.
Yeah. I suck.
I snatch a packet of papers from someone as I storm in the classroom and up to a seat near the back. It’s only when I sit down and unload my textbook that I realize I snatched those papers from Jarrett. He’s watching me intently, his dark eyes narrowing as his brows pull in. I grit my teeth and start scribbling in my notepad as hard as I can with my black ink pen, trying to work out the tension that I know only has one true release.
A release I’d really like to get from my professor’s assistant right now.
By the end of class, all the muscles in my body are growing sore and I know I can’t take it any longer. I ignore Ashlei’s text asking if I’m okay along with Jarrett’s concerned glare asking pretty much the same thing and head straight to Ralph’s after attendance is called and Dr. Maynard excuses us. What a fucking Wednesday.
Ralph’s is a small, shitty bar but it’s the closest one to campus and therefore always packed. It’s something between a biker bar and a club and it’s pretty much my home. As soon as I sink down into the barstool, I feel a little better.
“You need a drink,” a deep voice says from behind me. I quickly glance back and fight the urge to roll my eyes. It’s Matt, the president of Omega Chi Beta. He’s always been a huge flirt, which is kind of a lame turn-off to me, but I can’t deny that he’s hot. Bleach blonde hair, hazel eyes, cute grin and tall frame? Yeah. He’ll do.
“I have one,” I point out, lifting my fruity rum drink in his direction before taking a sip.
“Let me buy the next one?”
“I’ve never been one to turn down free booze.” Eying him, I take another sip. “I’m surprised you and your brothers aren’t throwing another rager tonight.”
“Yeah well, we’re trying to lay a little low after last week’s stoplight party. Cops were called,
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