“Come on, Knox, what about the blonde?” Jack nudges me with his elbow, and I look up from my laptop.
“Out of your league,” I tell him and go back to typing.
“You’re wrong,” I hear him say as he keeps talking with Andy and Harris.
The four of us came to the quad to study, but I realized pretty quickly that I’m the only one actually doing it. They’re watching girls go by while they bet on which one could f**k her. I must be the only one with reasonable self-control and a fifteen-page report due tomorrow.
“You couldn’t even get her number.” Harris shakes his head.
Jack rolls his eyes. “I bet you couldn’t get her number.”
“Yeah, and what will you give me when I do?” Harris is taking the bait, which is a mistake. I know the blonde they’re talking about, and her girlfriend would laugh in t
