Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

I’m right. She liked it. She fucking liked the kiss we shared.

“Then stop playing,” she replies. I lift an eyebrow. “So you admit it, you are playing with me.” She sighs, turning her head to the side. “I didn’t say that.” “So you’ll give me your number?”

“I didn’t say that either.” “Alright,” I relent, laughing. “Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying if you really want something, then maybe you have to chase it a bit.” She drops her arms and pushes past me, and I let her. Watching as she walks away from me, I press my fist to my mouth to stifle...

“I’m sick of taking the hit for other people’s actions.” I slam my locker a little harder than needed, grabbing my cap and placing it on my head. “If he has a problem with Coach, then he needs to take it up with him.”

“Brandon, I don’t have it. I have a shift tomorrow. I can send it over once I get paid.” A few seconds tick by, silence filling my ear, and then, “You know mom is sick, right?”

“She’s barely getting out of bed, definitely not going to work. How do you expect us to eat?”

“You could get a job,” I grit out. A scoff on the other end hits my ear. “And leave Mom alone? Jerry is trailing around again. I can’t do that.”

“The least you can do is get us our fucking money.” I sigh, rubbing a hand down my sweaty face. “You’re high.”

“Just get us our money.” He hangs up, and I pull back, staring at the screen. “Fuck.”

needed out. I needed a life, and that was no life worth living. The screen flashes with another text, and I open it. Unknown: Have you got it yet?

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Aiden’s head lifts, one hand clutching a glass, the other around the beer tap. He grins when he sees me,

“Are you stalking me again, Leila?” I cross my arms, leaning my hip against the edge of the bar. “More like trying to forget you.”

“You like when people torture you?” He laughs. “If torture is anything like you, then hell yes.”

“Have you forgotten I don’t like you?” He shakes his head, a grin on his lips. “That’s not an issue.” My brows furrow. “Why not?”

“Because I find it hot as fuck every time you roll those pretty green eyes at me.” My

“Plus, your supposed dislike isn’t even valid. You do...

“You’re a classic playboy. You have the whole school in the palm of your hand, every girl in your bed, and the hot athlete thing clearly works for you. Not to mention you use your talent to get away with anything and everything. And even though you seem charming with that smile and those eyes, you don’t fool me.”

“I’ve got to be honest. All I heard was that you think I’m hot, talented, and charming.” I roll my eyes. “Of course you would.”

“And you think by that little statement you have me all figured out?” I give him a shru...

“You want to bet how long it will take before you g...

“Don’t act like you’re in control. We both know this little game is all on me.” “And we both k...

“You’re just kidding yourself when you tell m...

smirk. “I really want to ask for your number even though you’ll probably turn me down again.”

“I’m not giving you my number.”

“Here’s one thing you don’t know about me, Leila,” he says. “I don’t give up. Ever.” I swallow hard, watching how he follows the movements of my throat before his eyes meet mine again. So blue.

“There’s also something else,”

“Yeah?” It comes out raspy, thick with the tension between us. I clear my throat.

“I never lose,” he says.

guess you’re going to have to get used to losing,” I tell him. “Because you will this time.”

“I’m not so sure about that. You seem to be under the pretense that I’m trying to prove something here, that because you said no, it makes me want you more.”

“But that’s not it at all,” he says. “You fucki...

“And I really want to kiss you again. All I need is your number and ...

“And what will you give me in return?” I ask him, my hand dancing on the counter, getting closer to his shirt. He lets out a heavy breath. “Whatever you want.”

“Anything?” I ask him, my fingers slightly grazing the fabric. Another shaky breath. “Everything.”

“That’s too bad,” I mutter. I pull back completely, dropping the act. “I don’t want anything from you.”

“The way you were undressing me with your eyes says the opposite,”

didn’t get your name.”

girl and Aiden both look at me. I hold up my hand, attempting to stop dying over here. “I’m fine.” Aiden presses his lips together, failing to attempt to hide his laughter.

“I have many.”

“Too bad the one girl I seem to want is hellbent on denying there’s any attraction between us.”

“It’s on me,” he says, placing the red drink in front of me. My eyebrows lift. “In exchange for my number, right?” “Damn.” He drops his head, a chuckle escaping him. “Why didn’t I think of that?” “Because you’re not a complete asshole?”

“The kitchen? Really? Your bedroom is right upstairs,” I point out. He laughs, sinking back into the couch. “You heard that, huh?”

This house is big, but the walls are thin. My room is above the kitchen. Please remember that now that Rosie’s moved in.”

“You love me?” I let out a laugh. “Thanks, but you’re not exactly my type.” He laughs. “You need your ass kicked.”

Her eyes roll as she bends down, giving me a shot of her round ass as she picks up her gym bag and leaves, heading towards the weights.

“Leila,” I flash her a grin, setting the bar on the rack. She’s upside down and angry, but somehow, she still looks hot.

“Are you following me?” she asks.

“Just purely coincidental,” I tell her. “A coincidence?” she repeats.

“Water leak. My gym closed down. Had no other option.”