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Billionaire Flawed 2(114)



As I strode towards the door they both stopped.

“Hey there, cutie. Where are you headed?”

I swiveled.

“I have business inside.”

The two looked at each other and laughed.

“Business? I think you’re at the wrong house.”

Hollis opened the door.

“Don’t worry about it guys, she’s here to help me study.”

They looked at Hollis and me and continued to laugh.

“Enjoy your business Hollis,” they scoffed.

Hollis beckoned me close and held the door for me as I entered, whispering in my ear along the way.

“Don’t mind them. They’re just jealous they can never get a date.”

I looked at him with disdain.

“Not that this is a date,” he added.

I nodded and stood in the entryway. For a frat house was surprisingly well kept. That is to say, there wasn’t any garbage lying around, which I was thankful for.

He started up the staircase and waved for me to follow.

“You guys keep this place pretty clean.”

“Not every guy wants to live in garbage. My parents were pretty strict with me growing up; now I’m just used to everything being clean. Keeping the rest of the guys in check is hard, but I think they’re finally getting it.”

I didn’t know he was the one in charge.

“So, you’re like the mother of the group,” I asked.

“I wouldn’t say mother, I would more say incredibly strict father.”

He gestured towards his room, with the door still open. I entered and took in my surroundings.

He had a rather large bed in the corner, already made up for the evening. In the corner sat a pair of desks lined against the wall, both covered in homework. A couple of books were already open; making it appear that he began studying before I arrived. The floor was spotless, save for the carpets covering the hard wood.

“Make yourself cozy; I thought it best that we work by the desk.”

I moved over and lowered myself to the chair, and we started to study. He was surprisingly apt for what he was, picking up a rather advanced topic easier than I would have thought possible of him.

A couple hours passed and he had absorbed everything that I really knew.

“Why do you do so poorly in class if you’re capable of learning this quickly?”

“What do you mean,” he asked.

I had to know what was going on, was he faking being dumb to be popular, or was he just not interested. The thought was nagging at me, and I was consumed with curiosity.

“You seemed capable of picking this up really easily, are you trying to make me look like a fool?”

He stood up and stepped back from the chair. He thought for a long moment before he finally replied to my question.

“I don’t know if this is something you’d really care to hear.”

I shook my head.

“Really, I need to know why.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you,” he said, “I used to work really hard and get good grades, but then I started growing. Before long I was a head taller than anyone else in my grade. I got popular and started spending more time with friends. When I got to High School, it was just more fun to go out and enjoy life rather than spend time staring at books. Getting a full ride scholarship to this college was great, but nobody is expecting me to do well in classes.”

I nodded; it really was what I expected.

“I practice more than any other player on that field. Every second I’m not practicing, I’m out enjoying life. You’re only twenty once in your lifetime.”

I laughed but tried my best to stifle it. “So you’d rather waste your education on sex and partying?”

He looked serious, but I could tell he was a little embarrassed. “We all have our reasons,” he quipped.

The door swung open wide, as three of his roommates burst in laughing loudly. One tackled Hollis to the bed before he realized and I found myself laughing along.

“The libations have arrived!” they shouted.

“Then why is my drinking hand empty,” Hollis replied.

I rolled my eyes and began packing up the study materials. I had a feeling my night was over, and it was nearing time for me to get some sleep anyway. That was until a drink was shoved into my hand.

“Drink!” they chanted, staring at me as I examined the can.

“I’m not drinking this; It’s a school night,” I replied to the group.

 Hollis stared down at me. “I’ll study harder tomorrow if you’ll try having fun with me tonight.”

It was hard to pass up. My brain was alight with possibility; I had the chance to try something different and even though I feared it, I could do little to stop myself from trying.

I snapped the top of the beer can, frothing out golden liquid from inside. I had tried beer in the past and hadn’t liked it. But, I was very young.