Page 32 of Ruthless Court
Piper rushes over and hugs me before I can prepare.
She smells like vanilla, expensive shampoo, and a store where nothing comes in my size.
“I’m so excited. I was terrified I’d get someone weird.”
I glance at myself in the mirror.
The glasses.
The bun.
My father’s old Chicago basketball hoodie hanging past my shorts.
“Great news.”
She laughs, though I’m not sure she understood.
Two girls appear in the doorway without knocking. One is wearing a tennis skirt and a tiny Stanford tank. The other is already holding an iced coffee with her name printed correctly on the cup, which feels like a personal attack after my luggage disaster.
“Are you Piper’s roommate?” Tennis Skirt asks.
“That’s what the paperwork claims.”
“I’m Jules. This is Kenzie. We’re across the hall.”
Piper claps her hands.
“We’re all in athlete housing.”
“I noticed.”
“Jules pretends to play tennis, Kenzie’s doing sports medicine, and I requested this quad because my cousin lived here last year.”
“You can request it?”
“Not officially.”
Piper’s smile turns secretive.
“My father knows someone.”
Naturally.
Kenzie walks to the window and looks down into the courtyard.
“We hit the lottery. Football, basketball, baseball, swimming. All right outside.”
Jules joins her.
“I heard some of the basketball team is on the third floor.”
Piper makes a noise so high my glasses nearly crack.
“Are you serious?”
“Starting point guard too. He had a place off campus but the coach won’t let him live there in season.”
They crowd the window like someone announced free money.
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