Page 46 of Spiral
“What are you waiting for, Cap?” Danny asks. “Someone to pull the fire alarm?”
Georgia laughs at his joke, and a ping of jealousy surges through me.
Fuck.
I flick the spinner begrudgingly and watch, holding my breath, as it circles around and around over the heinous punishments. It starts to slow after a few passes, ticking over Jonah’s scrawled writing as if to taunt me.
TP Coach’s house, tramp stamp, steal Heisman, “dick pearcing.”
God, he’s a moron.
Every second is excruciating as the three of us watch the spinner dawdle to a stop.
Streak across campus.
Danny breathes in through his teeth before letting out a low whistle.
“Damn,” he mutters, his eyes still glued to the wheel.
“At least you didn’t get…” Georgia steps forward, squinting to read Jonah’s scribble, “streak across campus, no underwear.”
I groan. “Lucky me.”
It’s 70 degrees out on campus which, in the Texas humidity, might as well be negative 30. I’m already shivering my ass off and I’m still fully clothed.
“Jesus, it’s freezing,” Danny grumbles as he leans uncomfortably against the large, bronze statue of Ole Donny – the first president of Texas University. It’s filthy, covered in pennies left by students for good luck, and has been scrubbed clean of more than its fair share of spray-painted dicks.
“Donny’s about to see things he can’t unsee,” Georgia teases, her cheeks and nose reddened from the chilly air.
“You know, G… they say Coach Bryer crawls out from under his bridge each night to collect all these pennies. With this greedy ass–”
“Hey!” I interrupt Danny, laughing, “Those pennies bought us our last NCAA Championship!”
“As if the football team needs any more money,” Georgia chimes in. “There always seems to be enough to pay Coach Bryer $7 million a year. But the Tribune? We can’t even afford a mini fridge!”
“That’s fucked up,” Danny remarks, shaking his head.
“The pennies for good luck is definitely a ploy for the university to take every dime they can get out of our pockets,” I comment, picking up a dirty nickel from Donny’s oxidized feet.
“Stop! Stalling!” Danny yells, both hands cupped around his mouth as a makeshift megaphone.
“Yeah, Anderson,” Georgia coos with a smirk, “the wheel has spoken.”
I look her up and down and, despite the looming threat of my humiliation, I can’t help but feel excitement.
Georgia Campbell is here with me – and she doesn’t hate me.
She’s dressed warmly in a pink skin-tight athletic zip-up. Her legs are covered by her trademark black leggings, perfectly outlining the shape of her tight ass. Her cleavage spills out of the top of her jacket, making my head spin with lust.
You’re about to take off your pants, Anderson. Don’t get a fucking boner. Think of Grandma. Think about how your dad died. Yep, that’ll do it.
“We’re not getting any young–”
“Fuck off, Danny, I’m going.” I grunt, ripping my shirt over my head and immediately wincing from the icy air against my bare skin.
I glance at Georgia as I unbutton my jeans – just in time to catch her staring at my abdomen, a look of desire flashing across her eyes.
Georgia Campbell wants me. Damn.