Page 17 of MC Princess
One of them will tell me they miss me, or that my father mentioned me today. Sometimes they keep me up to date on the things at the club and when nothing gets my attention, one of them gets annoyed that I’m not responding, and Bell threatens to come to my school and break down the door of my sorority.
How in the hell they know that I even joined one, is beyond me.
I didn't even tell my dad, he loves me unconditionally and has always supported me but that doesn't mean that he wouldn't give me a hard time for changing my dark jeans and t-shirts for pastel dresses and sneakers.
That was part of the life I took on when I got here. Gone are the dark clothes, ripped jeans, and steel-toe leather boots. Now I wear yellow and blue, dresses and skirts, even the occasional heels. The only thing that hasn't changed is the fact that I have kept my knife holster on the side of my bra. I don’t go anywhere without it.
You can take the girl out of the MC but you can’t take the MC out of the girl.
“Anyway, I told Zoe that I would take care of telling the other presidents so she could focus on the house. I can't believe that they decided to do it so soon, and I have no idea where they are getting the alcohol from at such short notice, but she said that we are doing it tomorrow night, so I am off to tell all of them. You might want to head right to the house and see if there is anything that you can do to help!” She doesn't even take a breath before she is off again, I don't know how she does it.
When I first met her, I thought that her hyper-ness was due to her being excited but after a while, it never faded. That girl is like a golden retriever puppy, all the time.
“Hey! I heard about the party!” Tanner slides up beside me right as I step onto the sidewalk down Greek row.
“Of course, it's already made it to you. I was just headed home to see if there is anything I can do to help.” Tanner might be one of my least favorite people at this school—and that's saying a lot—but I try not to hold it against him. He was raised to think that he could have whatever he wanted, and that included women.
Men in the MC sleep around a lot, but even the brothers don't feel that they are entitled to the club whores, and those women are there for the men to fuck.That is their whole intention when they come to the clubhouse.
Tanner is the type of guy that will say all the right things to your face and then tell everyone you were easy and loose after you sleep with him. I don't know that he has ever slept with the same person twice, and for whatever reason, he has his eyes set on me. I was late coming to college so we are the same age even though I am a freshman, but that hasn't stopped him from thinking that he will be able to charm his way into my pants.
“I saw you walking this way and thought that I would offer to lend a hand, can I take your books?” I didn't bother telling him no, mostly because if he is going to try to play the chivalrous lover then I am going to let him, but that doesn't mean that I am going to sleep with him, but he doesn't have to know that. Plus, it gets me out of carrying the books myself.
I don't have an issue with promiscuous people, I think it's great to have a healthy sex life, I just don't intend to sleep with someone that is only going to be adding me as another notch on their bedpost. If I was going to find someone to scratch an itch, I would pick someone that I won't see, or have to deal with ever again.
“I can't believe that they are letting us have this party,” Tanner says after a few steps.
“I am so out of the loop that I don't even know why we were shut down in the first place,” he turns to me with a look on his face that I don't quite understand. As soon as I start to ask, my phone rings in my pocket.
“I’m sorry, give me one minute.” I pull it out of my pocket at flip it over, so it lights up, a picture of a rottweiler and Toughs name take over the screen. I can't think of anything good that he would be calling me for, so I step away from Tanner and push the phone to my ear.
“Who’s dead?” My voice is low, and I make sure to look around to see if anyone is close enough to hear anything that I say.
“Well, hello to you too, sugar.” His voice wraps around me like a summer storm, his whiskey and honey tone covers my whole body and causes me to warm drastically.
“Scar…” His name is more of a sigh, and he grunts on the other end of the line. My face must read like a list of emotions because Tanner raises an eyebrow at me in question. I turn my back to him and try to get my body under control.
“When are you going to stop avoiding us?” He sounds like an angry father, scolding me for breaking curfew.
“I wouldn't say that I am avoiding you…”
“You have been placating us for months, I thought that you would realize by now that this is it. We are it for you—”
“Scar.” I interrupted him because this is all stuff that I have heard before. Well, all things that I have read before. They have a habit of saying everything a girl wants to hear, too bad I am trying to get away from that life.
“This isn't why I called. The club has been keeping an eye on you,” Of course they have. “Y’all had a party canceled this month. We have managed to find out that most of the students don't know why but their party ban has been lifted and no one here is pleased about it.”
Why does it seem like the club has way more information about what is going on at this school than I do? I knew people would be checking in on me, but watching me? What the fuck!
“What don't I know?”
“The DIK fraternity has been accused of drugging women. The girl that was drugged at the last party ended up dying in the hospital.” I suck a breath through my teeth and turn back to Tanner. He is still looking at me like he wants to make sure that I am okay.
Of all the things I would have accused DIK of, drugging women to get them into bed wasn’t one of them. They are some of the best-looking guys on campus—regardless of my opinion—they could pretty much have anyone that they want.
“What happened?” My words are more of a growl and I’m sure my body language says a lot. Tanner gets a shocked look on his face and takes a surprising step back, my voice had been low enough that he probably didn't hear me but my body language told him enough.
“She had been abused.”
