Palm South University: Season 3 Box Set by Kandi Steiner

Author:Kandi Steiner [Steiner, Kandi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Kandi Steiner
Published: 2017-08-09T16:00:00+00:00

“OUCH!” I YELP, HOPPING on one foot as the other throbs from me slamming it against the corner of my dresser. “Fuck. Shit. Fuck.”

I hop over to my bed, stripping my clothes off and leaving them on the floor before crawling under the sheets. The slight cold front that blew in last week is definitely gone, evidenced by the sweat glossing my lower back, so I kick the sheets off and lie staring up at my ceiling, watching the tiles turn like the hands of a clock.

I’m drunk.

It’s been a while since I could say that, and now that the multiple shots of Fireball are swimming in my stomach as the room spins, I forget why I wanted this in the first place.

I’ve been stressed since the semester started. Between my new role as president, the concert, and Omega Chi being suspended, I’ve had my hands full with everything from philanthropy work and nationals relations to keg parties and now, hosting the biggest Halloween bash PSU has ever seen. We’ve rented out twenty boats with captains to take us out to the sand bar, all drinks included, and every Greek student on campus is stoked.

Except me.

It’s not that I’m not excited everyone is buzzing about Alpha Sigma, or that we’re going to throw a killer party, but balancing all of it has been more of a struggle than I thought.

So, Jeremy made me take a night off, dragged me to Ralph’s, and got me completely shit-faced. You need a break, he’d said. But what he couldn’t have known is that every time I drink, I do forget about the presidency for a while, but I never forget about her.

Being busy helps me keep my mind off Cassie. It’s one of the reasons I try not to take a break or slow down, even when the stress is high. It’s easier to pretend what I told her last semester about being busy with the presidency is true than to admit to myself that it’s not.

I never would have been too busy for her, but now it doesn’t matter. I lost my chance.

Sober me knows that.

Drunk me begs to differ.

There isn’t even one small part of me that tries to argue or reason with my drunk logic as I blindly reach for my phone on the bedside table. It’s just past one in the morning, but that doesn’t stop me either. I thumb through my contacts and find hers easily, a picture of us from Spring Break last year filling the screen as I switch to speaker phone.

The rings fill my room, and I close my eyes, trying to stop the room from spinning for just one second. This is stupid. I know that. But all I can do is hope she answers.

When the ringing stops, my eyes flutter open again.

“Hello?” she whispers.

I smile at the sound of her voice, placing the phone on my chest and resting my hands under my head. “What was your favorite game to play as a kid?”

There’s a pause on the other end, then the slight sound of papers shuffling.

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