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me. “Not my problem if she can’t handle the heat.”
    And in the seven seconds it took for him to make that decision—the one where he threw me under the bus—I made one of my own. I hated Ryder Briggs. My lip trembled and I clamped it with my teeth as my throat tightened.
    “Nice training bra.” Ava snickered, staring at my transparent white top.
    “Shut up, Ava. Just because you stuff a box of tissues down your shirt—”
    “Get out,” she screamed at Mason.
    He grabbed my hand and led me away. Dumbfounded, horrified, humiliated—the trifecta of loser.
    I’d gained three things from that party. A new best friend—Mason. A new nickname—Bellyflop Brinley. And a new opinion of Ryder Briggs—he was scum. I swore to hate him from that day forth, and I did. And that hatred traveled with me all the way through high school.
    I hated the way Ryder’s hair fell over his eyes, begging me to brush it away. I hated the way his T-shirt hugged his biceps when he slung his backpack over his shoulder. I hated the way he’d run his tongue over his bottom lip when he was lost in thought. I hated the way he sprawled in his chair, his jeans always reminding me of that day. But most of all, I hated the way he grew, right before my eyes, from a boy into a man. Yep, I hated every freaking thing about him.

Chapter Three
    A knock at the door woke me. I groaned and rolled over. What time was it? The knock repeated. I glanced at Fallon’s bed. My roommate was gone. Her bed left unmade and her keycard on the nightstand. Dammit. She’d locked herself out again.
    One day I wouldn’t be here to let her back in. I kicked off the covers and stumbled to the door.
    “Seriously, Fallon.” I swung the door open. “Can you never remem—”
    Ryder’s gaze dropped in a slow appraisal of my body. His silver lip ring momentarily vanished as he sucked it into his mouth. He looked back up and smirked. “Morning.”
    I slammed the door in his face and stared down at my black boy shorts and cami. I was practically naked in front of Ryder Briggs. Shit.
    I grabbed my pajama pants and danced into them. Losing my balance, I stumbled into my nightstand. “Ow.”
    “Everything okay in there?” Humor filled his tone.
    “Um, yeah. What are you doing here?” I yelled through the closed door. I slipped on my hoodie and zipped it closed.
    “I have your phone.”
    I threw the door open. “You do?”
    He glanced at my outfit and frowned. “Yeah.” He held it out.
    “Thanks. I thought I’d lost it for good. Where did you find it?”
    Something like anger or annoyance flashed in his eyes. “Outside.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Hey.” Fallon appeared behind Ryder. She wore tiny white shorts and a dark green Sutton University tank top. Her blond hair was still damp from the shower.
    He moved so she could slide by.
    My hands balled into fists as she leered at him and he gave her a once-over. She grinned over her shoulder then bent down to pick up her makeup bag, making certain her ass stayed in the air.
    Ryder raised an eyebrow and looked at me.
    I was ready to get him far away from my slutty roommate. “Well, thanks again.”
    “No problem. Quick question, do you always answer the door dressed like that?”
    Fallon snorted. “Yeah. She lives in those sweats.”
    My face heated.
    Ryder watched my reaction, then pushed off the door frame he’d leaned against. He glanced at Fallon. “Little mystery never hurt.” He locked his eyes on mine and his mouth quirked up. “But a sneak peek goes a long way. See you around, Brinley.” He took off down the hall.
    “What was that about?” Fallon poked her head into the hall, watching him walk away.
    I shrugged. “He found my phone.”
    “I’m going to fuck that boy.”
    My jaw dropped. Like hell she was. She’d already pulled that crap with my Biology lab partner last semester. While I was busy making flash cards, the two of them disappeared for a good twenty minutes then returned looking flushed,