The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

“Are you sure you shouldn’t go home and braid her hair or something?” I ask Hannah. “That’s what chicks do for moral support, right?” “Yes, Dean. That’s exactly what we do. Hair braiding, followed by naked pillow fights and then kissing practice.” “Can I come?” Logan and I blurt out in unison.

sigh and turn to Dean, who’s clearly trying not to laugh. “And now it’s time for bed. Say good night to your friend Beau, sweetie.” “Good night, Beau,” Dean says obediently.

Walk him like a dog

“You both need to go!” Wellsy announces, a mix of annoyance and exasperation on her face. Garrett is visibly hurt. “You’re kicking me out?” “I’m sorry, babe. I love you with all my heart, but it’s time for some girl talk, and last I checked, you don’t have a vagina.

Beau? “This is about Maxwell?” I cut in. “What about him?” Logan averts his gaze. So does Tucker. The only one with the balls to meet my eyes is Garrett, who exhales in a slow, unsteady rush before speaking. “He…ah…died.”

FUCK NO NO NO FUCK FUCK

Beau’s neck snapped on impact. His father didn’t have a scratch on ’im.

FUCK IT GOT WORSE

Who am I to decide what someone should or shouldn’t do? People skip funerals and memorials all the time, for all sorts of reasons. Maybe they want to grieve for their loved ones in private. Maybe it’s too hard for them. Maybe they just don’t believe in funerals. It’s not my place to judge, and I force myself to remember that as I gently run my palm over Dean’s cheek.

Ouch that’s too real