How to Score Off Field (Campus Legends #3) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Forbidden, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Campus Legends Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
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Seriously.

Inconvenience me even though someone else can grab him from the airport?

Rude.

“Because. Once she gets her claws in him, he won’t be able to escape, and I’d at least like to give him the option.” Grady laughs.

As if it were so funny that Sissy was way more charismatic than I, and sexier, and better with guys and probably people in general. If there was a party, Sissy was there.

Sorority girl, president of her house.

Rich parents. Pretty hair, nails, and skin.

She’s probably never had a zit in her entire life, I’m convinced of it, and she’s always wearing the perfect outfit.

I live my life in cute joggers and gray crewnecks and, well, have a zit festering on the tip of my nose that is going to be the bane of my existence once I get my period.

But sure.

Let me go to the airport and fetch the guy I used to have freaking dreams about. The guy who kept me up at night, who I wrote in my journals about.

My journals.

Shit, where are those things?

What the hell did I do with them once I moved to college…?

“Tess. You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Not paying attention.”

“Sorry. I was thinkin’.”

“Thinking about…grabbin’ Drew from the airport on Thursday?”

He’s tapping on the table now with the blade of a dull butter knife wrapped with the other cutlery.

“Sure.”

His brows go up, and he stops tapping the wood surface. “Really?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

DEAR DIARY…

I got my period at school today and I was NOT prepared for it.

That is the freaking worst and I didn’t have a tampon in my backpack. Luckily Kierra, this girl in my bio lab, had one in her bag because it was almost an emergency: I HAD ON WHITE PANTS. Can you imagine? My science teacher Mr D wasn’t going to let me out of class because they don’t want stragglers in the hallway and three girls had asked to use the bathroom before me, but Kierra blurted out that Aunt Flo was visiting and he got all embarrassed and handed me the hall pass. WORKS EVERY TIME…

x Tess

CHAPTER 3

DREW

“I’M ONLY TWO GIRLS SHORT OF A THREESOME.”

This will be good.

It’ll be good, and I’ll have fun.

I need this.

Yup. I made the right choice coming home. Seeing the boys will be exactly what I need.

Not that I don’t love my friends at school, but being in my hometown with guys I grew up with just isn’t the same now, is it?

Anyway.

My eyes scan the bumper-to-bumper traffic congesting the arrivals at Terminal 4, searching for the silver SUV my best friend told me his sister would be driving and cursing the massive amounts of silver vehicles passing by.

“A license plate number would have been nice, asshole,” I grumble, shifting the weight of the duffel bag on my shoulder.

Shit. Am I going to remember what Tess Donahue even looks like? I barely paid attention to her when we were growing up. What if she drives past and I don’t see her?

Crap, what color hair did she have? Brown?

Nope—dark, almost black hair, like her brother.

Braces, but those are probably gone, yeah?

I can’t remember if she’s tall, but that doesn’t matter. The only thing I remember about Tess Donahue is that she was always soft-spoken, she was kind of a dork, and she occasionally stammered when she spoke to me.

The duffel bag digs into my shoulder now. It’s packed full of everything I need for four days, considering I don’t plan on staying at my mama’s house. Grady said he’s got enough room for me at his place, and couch surfing suits me just fine.

Damn, it will feel good drinking too much, staying up too late, and blasting the music loud.

I scan the street again.

Silver car, silver car…where the fuck is it?

Grade, tell Tess I’m wearing a bright blue hoodie.

I hit Send, wondering why the hell he never gave me her cell to begin with.

Then.

A gray crossover pulls up—or tries to—getting as close as it can to the curb and myself, the passenger side window rolling down.

“Drew!” The driver yells my name and gives a little wave. “Hey!”

I blink.

I look down at my phone as it buzzes with a reply from my buddy.

Grady: She’ll find you, don’t worry. It’s not like you blend into a crowd.

I grin, tucking the phone into my back pocket and drop my duffel bag from my shoulder to my hand, carrying it toward the vehicle with Tess Donahue at the wheel.

I grin at her as I pull open the passenger side door. “Why, if it isn’t little Tessa Lynn Donahue.”

Not so little anymore—if she ever was to begin with.

“No one calls me Tessa Lynn anymore, Drew.” She rolls her eyes so hard I’m worried they’re gonna get stuck in the back of her skull.

“See, there’s the Tess I remember.”

“Please.” She scoffs. “I never would have corrected you when I was a kid.”


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