Complicated by You
delirious. I mean most guys that like math wouldn’t be in the gym like him, and he is definitely in the gym. Did you see his arms?”
    Jay did not see the humor in the situation. “Why do you have grass in your hair?”
    “You know that hill down by Linan Hall? We raced down it and I fell … ” I paused as more anger creased his face. “What?”
    He sniffed. “You’re drunk?”
    “And?” I glanced over my shoulder and tossed a questioning look at Cynthia. “Is he fucking serious? What’s his problem?”
    “He’s been in a bad mood all night.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder.
    “Could you leave us alone, Cynthia?” he asked.
    “And then we’ll talk,” she demanded.
    “Sure.”
    She dragged herself away and went back into our room.
    “That guy gave you the black rose too?” He tapped the flower on the side of my head.
    “No. Pipe sent me a bouquet for National Friendship Day.”
    “There’s no such thing. Pipe is just trying to one up me.”
    I stuck my tongue at him. Jay pulled his phone out, dialed, and held it to his ear. “Yeah, man. I’m sorry, but I got a problem … yeah … I’m at Cynthia’s room … no. Not Cyn. It’s Evie. Some big fraternity guy.”
    “Wait. What?” I held my hands out to the sides. “Who the hell are you talking to?”
    “Okay. Okay. Good. I won’t. I promise … I won’t touch him.” Jay hung up and tucked his phone back in his pocket.
    “What do you mean you have a problem? Why did you say that into your phone? Who did you call?”
    He rubbed his face with both of his hands. “You think I’m going to just let you sleep with some stranger? Math major or not, you don’t know if he has diseases or if he’s some rapist.”
    “I have condoms and damn sure know how to take care of myself. I can’t believe you’re even acting like this right now.” I placed my hands on my hips.
    He leaned his head to the side. “Since when have you been having one-night stands?”
    “Since I started college, dickhead. I don’t have to tell you everything I do.”
    “You’ve done this before?” He closed the space between us and pressed against my chest as if he was a second away from crushing me.
    I inched back. “Give me some space.”
    “Why? At least you know me. In fact, why don’t you just do us both since you’re in such a giving mood tonight?”
    An image of him and Marcus naked and in my bed flashed in my head. I bit my lip and joked, “That’s not really much of a threat right now.”
    He quirked his eyebrows, probably not expecting that reaction. “You’re drunk and horny?”
    “Can you be more obvious?” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Okay so I don’t know who you called, but don’t bring any drama to my room. I’m done talking to you, because I’m going back into my room to have hot sweaty sex.”
    I turned around. He captured my elbow. “No, Evie.”
    “Seriously, this is starting to not be funny.” I tried to yank my arm away.
    He wouldn’t let go and grabbed both of my arms. “I’m not joking with you.”
    “Let me go!”
    “No,” he said through clenched teeth.
    The door on the other side of the dark lobby opened, bringing in light from the staircase. Ten obese males barreled through. I recognized most of them as Jay’s football buddies. They took up a lot of the space in the hallway and didn’t have any shirts on. Many wore no pants, just boxers as their guts protruded over their waistbands.
    I tossed a murderous glare at Jay. “You called the defensive line to my room?”
    “Where’s he at?” Chuck towered over everyone. His flabby breasts and gut jiggled. He wiped his neck with a blue towel. The hair on his chest appeared more like hamburger meat than chest hair. If I never saw him half-naked again, I’d be in a better mental state for it.
    “The guy’s lying on her bed.” Jay seized me before I could protest and trapped me into his arms.
    “Get off of me.” I punched his chest. “If you all go in

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