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the door. “Well,” Roxy says as she grabs the doorknob. “I wish I could say this was fun, but …” she shrugs and wrinkles her nose.
    Rolling my eyes, I lean back against my seat. “Hmm. And I was beginning to think you really liked me.”
    “Right,” she says opening the door and stepping out. With one hand on the door she turns to look at me, but not before she rolls her eyes at me. “Thanks, I guess. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Leaning forward, I give her a wink. “Can’t wait.”
    She scoffs. I watch her walk toward her apartment when the blinds flicker down and then slap closed. Boyfriend? Roommate?
    I put my truck into reverse and start toward my apartment. Does she have a boyfriend? I scoff.
    “Poor guy.”

Chapter Four
    Roxy
    “Weston Garrison.”
    A spray of Coke spews out from Erica’s mouth while her hand flies out to knock what’s left of her Coke onto our café table.
    I jump back, sliding my chair across the tile of Java City’s floor. “Gross, Erica.”
    “Weston Garrison? Did I hear you correctly?” Erica wipes her mouth with the back of her sleeve and peers at me over her hipster glasses while trying to clean up the Coke about to run over the edge.
    “Yes, you heard me correctly. And don’t get your hopes all up. He isn’t exactly how you pictured him.”
    Scooping up the drenched napkins, Erica furrows her brow. “Fucking hot?”
    I raise an eyebrow. “No, an ass.”
    “Oh ass bass. Who cares? He’s smokin’ hot and you get to caress those big muscles every day. I think I just became your frenemy.”
    Biting on my straw, I shake my head. “He is the most infuriating person I’ve ever met, Erica.”
    She rolls her eyes, then stands up to throw the napkins in a nearby trashcan. A guy with a bullish nose ring whistles at Erica when she bends over and she flips him off. I hide my smirk as she tilts her chin and walks back to our table. She’s a little thing and a firecracker at that. She’s been my friend since I transferred here two years ago. When I had no friends, no job and hardly any money. She took me under her wing and helped me get on my feet. More than anyone else has ever done. “So,” she says, sitting back down. She pulls her beanie off and braids her long blonde hair to the side before putting her beanie back on. “Why is Weston Garrison the biggest almightiest ass again?”
“The list is too long. It’d take me all day to tell you.”
    Erica takes a huge bite out of her sandwich and rolls her eyes. “Are we being melodramatic again Roxy? Do we need to have another talk?”
    I narrow my gaze. “He is. One minute he’s trying to charm my panties off and then he goes all psychotic in the training room because he hurt his thigh. I didn’t make him hurt himself.”
“Okay, well, he did just pull his quad and not to mention fuck up his chances of getting any attention from college scouts.”
    I didn’t even think about that. But still, there isn’t any reason to take it out on me. “Stop taking up for him or I’m not your friend anymore.”
    Erica smiles. “Well, speaking of being my friend. Do you have any plans this Friday?” She holds my eyes and dares me to lie.
    “You already know I don’t.”
    “I was asking to be polite,” she grins. “We always know Roxy isn’t doing anything because she refuses to take part in anything fun or remotely naughty.”
    “Are you going to make fun of me or ask me a favor? You’re not off to a good start.”
    She holds her hands up in surrender and then reaches into her jacket pocket to pull out a blue and yellow flier. “Phi Lamb is having their back-to-school party for everyone this weekend. So freshman kids will be there, not just upper classman.”
    I scan over the flier. “It looks the same as last weekend.”
    She smiles and holds her index finger up. “Ah, that’s what you think. See, when freshman girls are coming, the upperclassmen bring out the hard liquor. So they can get the freshman girls super