his hand dropped. His shoulders hunched and he looked away. "Yeah, I'm coming to your party tonight."
"Good." I blinked and brushed away a tear. "I have to go. I've got to order the food and kegs."
"Sparky's?"
"Sparky's." I gave him a tight nod for confirmation before I turned the corner. I cursed underneath my breath when I saw how my arms trembled. I could barely hold onto my purse but kept walking until I noticed someone standing in front of me. I looked up and saw one of the reporters from the other night. She swung a handheld camera towards me and flipped it on. "Sheldon Jeneve, what's wrong? Why are you crying? What's upset you?"
I shouldered past her, but she followed. "Is this because Guadalupe arrived at LAX two hours ago? I heard rumors that she's going to attend Bryce's first Suns game. Does that concern you at all? Is that why you left Spain, because of her?"
"Hey!"
I didn't stop when I heard Corrigan's shout. As I pressed through the doors, I heard a scuffle behind me before the reporter cried out, "Let go of me."
"Leave her alone."
"Are you her new boyfriend?"
Then the door closed behind me. I didn't hear Corrigan's response.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kegs. Check. All six of them.
Food. Check. Scheduled to be delivered from Sparky's thirty minutes before the first people would arrive.
Place. Check. Mine. Obviously.
So what else did I need for my party? People. I didn't need to worry about that.
I sighed, smoothed my hands down my pants, and tried to relax. I was fine. Everything was fine. Everything would be fine.
Then the gate buzzed, and I cursed while glancing at the clock. The party wasn't supposed to start for another two hours, but no one would come until two hours after that. People should know the unspoken party etiquette of arrivals. As I checked the cameras, I saw the sorority girl who'd propositioned me earlier. I pressed the button to open the gate. A moment later, she was on my porch and I opened the door. "If you're hoping for secret time with Bryce or Corrigan, showing up early ain't the way to get it. They aren't here."
Cadence ran a hand down the sleek ponytail she had pulled high on the back of her head. Instead of the red polo shirt from earlier, she wore a white cashmere sweater that draped over a custom-fitted jean skirt and sparkly white sandals that matched her hoop earrings. She smiled, her lips frosted in pink. "I'm not here for them, and, despite what Leah said, we don't want to use you to raise our social standing within the Greek system."
Her eyelid twitched. It was slight and I might've missed if I hadn't been studying her, but I caught it. The girl was lying, and she was damn good at it, so I smiled back. "I know that you're lying, and you know that I know that you're lying. So let's dispense with the bullshit, and you tell me what you really want."
She opened her mouth to deliver another sweet lie.
I interrupted her. "Honey, I'm not someone you want to piss off and I'm going to get pissy if you keep insulting my intelligence."
Her mouth closed with a snap, and she reevaluated me. I thought she would've figured me out from her second assessment that morning, but apparently she hadn't. She did now as she smirked. A different look flashed over her face, as if a veil had been lifted. It revealed someone calculative. "It's not personal, but you have connections that we want. The girls want you to rush our sorority."
"What do you want?" Just business.
"Corrigan is the main player in his house. Their president is Dustin Lambers, but Corrigan's the one who calls the shots. He's Bryce Scout's best friend after all, and besides, Corrigan is much smarter and way more charismatic than Dustin could ever hope to be."
I had underestimated this girl just as she had me. Few people realized how smart Corrigan really was; he was practically a genius. This girl had figured it out. That meant this girl was capable of more than I had originally thought. "So do you want Corrigan? Or do you want Bryce?"
Again, I caught a spark of surprise in her shrewd eyes. Most girlfriends would never ask outright if someone was angling for their boyfriend. I wasn't most girlfriends. Let's be honest: Corrigan was a big fish at school, but Bryce was becoming a big fish on a global stage. The real catch wasn't Corrigan, at least not for this girl.
"Are you asking me if I want your lover?"
"He's a lot more than my lover, but you know that. So lay out all your cards."
"Fine," Cadence smiled. It seemed genuine. "I want Bryce, but I don't want him for the sorority. I want him for myself, but I'm not stupid. I am aware of how devoted he is to you. He worships the ground you walk on, but the moment that you turn your back to him, I will be there. My arms will be wide open." She didn't even blink. "I'm showing you respect by being honest. Something tells me you're used to having other women interested in your lover."
She used that word again. I gritted my teeth because it was an insult to who Bryce was in my life.
Cadence continued as she sleeked back her ponytail again. "Don't worry, I have no intention of trying to cause dissension between you two, but once it's there I won't hold back. Like I said before, Bryce is my prize. Corrigan and his house really are what the sisters want. They want you to pledge as a sister because then Corrigan and his house will always do socials with us. Contrary to some beliefs, parties really do wonders for making connections. Everyone has a rich and powerful daddy behind them, if you know what I mean."
Sadly, I did. "Corrigan doesn't have a rich and powerful daddy. His parents are so normal; they'd almost be boring if they weren't so perfect. No one's gonna get connections that way."
Cadence laughed. "Corrigan doesn't need a rich and powerful daddy. He's going to be just fine all by himself. This world isn't new to me, and I know a self-starter when I see one. His act is all party and good times, but his real self is all about business."
My eyebrows lifted. "Does Corrigan know this?"
"He's getting it. Slowly." Then her eyes skimmed me up and down.
I didn't like that look. Hell no. I wasn't lower class to her superior blue blood. "If you've got something to sweeten the deal, you better spit it out because I'm getting tired of this conversation. You want a piece of my life. I'm sick of it."
"Relax," Cadence soothed. "I do have something that you might want. I can give you friends."
"I don't need friends." I could barely handle the ones I did have.
"I can give your friends more friends."
I opened my mouth to snub her once more, but Grace popped into my head. I closed my mouth.
Cadence nodded. "I don't mean to be cruel, but your little friend needs all the help she can get. She's not high on the totem pole. We can help her. We can teach her things that you and I both know you don't want to teach her."
"Teach her? You better not be talking about blow jobs."
She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm talking about social skills. I'm talking about how to act at a party and how not to get walked on by everyone. You know how to do it, but you're not the one to help her develop those skills. We can do that for you. We already do it with the new pledges each year. We take the ones who have the most potential and mold them into our perfect sisters."
My eyes went flat. "Grace isn't one to be molded into any perfect housewife wannabe."
"She won't be. We'll develop her to her fullest potential. She'll still have the kind heart that you like about her. Trust me. Plus, things won't get sticky between your two besties and your one girl bestie. Word is that there's always been tension between your boys and any girl you befriend."
She was telling me this? I surveyed the sorority bitch one more time. She talked a good game and admitted her true intentions. I could've figured them out anyway, already had, but still…Grace would be helped out. "Fine. Grace becomes a sister and you get to party with Corrigan's house? That's the deal?"
"You have to be a sister too."
She had so much to learn. I snorted. "No way. You don't want me in your house.
"
She seemed wary now. "Why not?"
"Because if you piss me off, I'll come into your house. I will take your friends. I will take your house. And I will take the life that you wanted." I shook my head. "You don't want me to do that. Trust me."
She narrowed her eyes. "You don't have the ability to do that."
"I do, honey. I sleep with an international soccer star. My best friend already runs our campus and I know a few movie stars. How do you think I got their loyalty? Now, who do you know?"
Her lips went flat as her jaw clenched. "Fine, but you have to be at some of our activities."
"I'll go to a few of your parties." She looked to argue and I shrugged. "Or no deal. That's all you're getting from me."
The fight went out of her, and her hand shot out. "Fine. Done."
We shook hands, though it felt like a deal with the devil.
"So…" Cadence smoothed out her sweater and skirt.
My eyebrows arched. What else was she vying for?
"Your party tonight," she started. "Some sisters are going to approach you. They'll still want you in our house."
I shrugged and folded my arms over my chest. "I have no problem saying no."
She nodded. "Fine."
As she turned to go, I stopped her once more.
"Bryce is off limits."
Cadence narrowed her eyes and nodded. "Bryce will be off limits, but if you two break up then the deal is off."
I could handle that. I accepted and gestured towards the door. "Now that we've got our blood signatures out of the way, off you go. I'll see you when I see you."
She was stiff as she left the house.
Surveying my outfit, I figured my jeans were fine. I wasn't a fool. I knew they were skintight, showing my legs, which Bryce loved. But I wrinkled my nose in disgust at my top. It needed to go. Something told me I'd look mousy standing next to the model-like women who seemed to be at the same gyms as Bryce's soccer teams. So instead of my white plain tee shirt, I slipped on a white sweater that hugged every inch of my body. Underneath, I wore a sparkly pink tank top that rested just an inch above my pants. Looking in the mirror, I could see my eyes were fine. Cadence's long eyelashes couldn't compete with mine. I knew my weaknesses, but I also knew my advantages, and my heart-shaped face went well with my 'drop dead' eyes, as Bryce termed them once. Then I tucked my hair behind my ears. It was straight, sleek, and even shimmered like in a commercial.
It wasn't long before I pulled up to the Suns' training gym. It was a massive but plain brick building. I caught the looks on a few people heading inside. Each wore a serious expression that told me they weren't there to laugh, pick up chicks, or fool around. They were there to train and work hard.
As I pushed through the front doors, the gym stared me smack in the face, behind an expansive glass wall. It looked like the gym wasn't geared only towards soccer players; there were linebackers and tennis players. After I surveyed the room again, slower this time, I saw Bryce's agent in a back corner. He was talking to a big muscular man and using wide arm movements to make his point. Next to the athlete, he looked like a weasel with his slicked back hair and three-piece suit.
I sympathized with the muscle guy and headed in their direction. No one spared me a second glance until I stopped behind Mathias.
Muscle guy looked at me. "Can we help you?"
Mathias turned around and his face dropped. All the lively eagerness was gone. Caution and paranoia popped up, and I wondered about those as I gave him a tight grin. "Where's Bryce?"
"Gone to your anger management program yet?" Mathias shot back.
The muscle dude stifled a laugh.
"I left and got a gun instead. Figured it'd be more cathartic. Where's Bryce?"
"This is his place of work. You should leave. He doesn't need this distraction." Mathias tugged on the collar of his shirt. He shifted to rest on his left leg. A second later, he shifted to the right.
I wasn't dumb. "So Guadalupe's here?"
His eyes flared and I caught the shock before it was replaced with the 'oh shit' look. I turned to the muscle guy. "Do you know where Bryce is? He's supposedly my best friend and soul mate, but this a-hole is trying to get in the way of that."
A wide smile spread over his face. "My name's Clark." Then he turned and hollered, "Anyone know where Scout is?"
A guy in the back yelled back, "He's in the P.R. room with some girl."
Clark turned back and ignored Mathias' look of indignation. "Next room on the right. There'll be a big PR sign."
"Thanks!" I smiled and turned on my heels to stride back through the gym. As I turned in to the hallway and passed the gym, I knew Mathias and Clark were watching my trek through the glass wall. I didn't care. I found the room where a sign above the doors in silver lettering declared 'PUBLIC RELATIONS' and pushed through the white doors, but stopped short. Bryce was holding Guadalupe's arms in front of him.
As she pressed herself against him, Bryce's head jerked up. "Sheldon, what are you doing here?"
I should've gone into battle mode. I should've been ready to win at any cost, but instead I was overrun with fatigue. In that moment, I knew I was tired of fighting. "I wanted to come and see you before tonight because I know the party's going to be crazy. I didn't think we'd get much private time." I stopped and swallowed over a knot in my throat. Oh God. I'd been a fool. "I wanted to tell you that Miss Connors won't be my counselor, but she's recommending someone new to me by Tuesday." Guadalupe had on a smug smirk I couldn't stomach, so I turned away. "But you're busy right now. Maybe you shouldn't come tonight."
Bryce called out, "Sheldon—"
"Never mind. Don't come tonight."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The party was in full swing below me. From my balcony, I watched everyone as they milled around the backyard. Speakers blasted techno music, and flashing lights filled the air. The gate had been kept closed because of the media, but Corrigan's fraternity brothers stood at the side door to allow people in and out. Each person had to have a name that matched their student identification card, and that name needed to be on the list of those that attended the university. If a reporter tried to get in, they'd have to go the lengths to steal a card from someone. Corrigan thought it was unlikely anyone would take money for the use of their card, not when they knew how the Alpha Mu House would treat them later.
I shivered as I heard the threat in his voice. I caught a glimpse of the old Corrigan in my living room, the one that had a habit of getting arrested for vandalism and disorderly conduct. When only a few of his brothers seemed surprised, I knew they'd already been introduced to that side of him.
As I watched, I saw him next to one of the bars. That Corrigan wasn't present at the moment. He was the laughing and charming one. I wasn't the only one who watched him. The sorority girls had arrived earlier and stood close to his group. They were dressed to make an impression with skimpy dresses, flashy sandals, and even flashier jewelry. Their hair was twisted, tucked, braided, hair-sprayed, and woven to complete their announcement that they belonged at my party. They were there to stay.
I noticed a large group around Leah and figured they were her sisters, but I didn't care. They kept shooting dark looks towards the girls that I figured belonged to Cadence's sorority.
"Shel, you out here?"
I turned as Corrigan stepped onto the balcony. "I thought you were with your buddies."
He shrugged as he stood beside me now.
I finished the rest of my wine. Two more bottles waited on the glass table next to me and I moved to refill my glass.
Corrigan took one look and his mouth went flat. "What happened?"
"Hmm?" I played dumb.
"Wine fucks you up. What happened? Why do you want to get fucked up tonight?" The aloof grin was gone.
"Nothing."
"Don't bullshit me, Sheldon." Corrigan stepped closer, but he slid his hands into his pants pockets. He looked like he was