Cameron Cole has a plan.
After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up...
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"I think I need another beer," I say, waving to the server as I scrape the last of the ketchup off my plate with a fry.
"You need another personality," Jude replies, smirking as he sips his neon-pink cocktail. "One that appreciates the fact that you're suddenly the luckiest little bitch in Charlotte—in the United States of America."
I roll my eyes at his dramatic salute.
I groan, "Wouldn't call it luck."
"Divine blessing, then?" Tasha grins as she steals one of Scarlett's fries.
Scarlett sighs, slapping her hand away. "Get your own."
"I'm serious," Tasha says, sitting up straighter. "You're living your best life, Cam. New semester, new adventures, new... opportunities."
"Opportunities for what?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"To get dicked down." Tasha starts to groove like Trey Songz just blasted through the restaurant speakers. Of course, Jude joins in beside her.
The two match each other's vibe and dance together in the booth. Jude backs it up on the bench, grinding against Tasha's front.
I can't help but laugh at them, taking a fry and flicking it across the table at them. "I hate you."
Jude beams. "Oh, you love us!"
"Didn't that Will guy say he requested you specifically?" Scarlett asks after taking a sip of her golden beer. "How did he–"
I drop my gaze back down to my basket and shrug. "Maybe he heard about me from a friend or something—I don't know."
The smell of chargrilled burgers and fried onion rings hangs in the air, and the lights overhead are dim enough to make everything feel cozy.
Burger Theory is basically a UC rite of passage, and you're not a true Colts student if you haven't had a burger from here.
It's a small brick restaurant in Downtown Cornelius but has a great outdoor garden in the back, making it the perfect dinner spot in summer. We came early as a group—me, Jude, Scar, Tasha, and her boyfriend Liam.
And on a Sunday afternoon, we thought it would be a breeze.
But by the time we arrived, the garden was packed with every UC student imaginable, and we were placed in a booth near the open windows at the front.
Tasha grins, leaning over the table. "So, what's he like? Is he as hot up close as he is on the field? On all those posters? In my dreams? What does he smell like? What does he feel like? I need every filthy detail."
It doesn't seem to matter to her that her boyfriend of two years is sitting next to her. And it doesn't seem to matter to him either, as he seems just as eager to find out. They're a weird couple but so unbearably adorable and healthy.
