SPIN THE BOTTLECAMPUS GAMES BOOK #2STEPHANIE ALVESOceanofPDF.com Copyright © 2023 by Stephanie AlvesAll rights reserved.No part of this book may be distributed orreproduced by any means without the prior writtenconsent of the author, with the exception of quotesfor a book review.This book is a work of fiction. Any names, places,characters, or incidents are a product of the author’simagination.Any resemblance to actual persons, events, orlocales is entirely coincidental.Copyeditor: Amanda OrahaCover designer: Stephanie AlvesThis book contains detailed sexual content,graphic language and some other heavy topics.You can see the full list of content warnings on mywebsite here:Content WarningsHappy Reading!OceanofPDF.com Table of ContentsPlaylistDedication1. The game begins2. I know your secret3. Ex-roommates4. New roommates5. Spin The Bottle6. Make a move7. I'm not a patient man8. I don't give up9. Swallow my pride10. Never going to happen11. Find me12. Ask nicely13. No repeats14. Bar fights and catcalls15. So much fun16. Can I slap her?17. Hands behind your back18. Eat you alive19. Beer and Jealousy20. Focus21. Face masks and polaroids22. Cooking is dangerous23. Family visits24. I'm in control25. Love's awakening26. Close call27. Happy birthday28. Mark me29. There is no competition30. Jerseys and decisions31. Game time32. Let's go home, baby 33. All the way34. Bets and blackmail35. Fucked up family tree36. You are worth everything37. One week38. Worst mistake39. Never again40. Too late41. Nothing else to lose42. Secret's out43. Am I dreaming?44. He loves me, he loves me not45. Whatever it takes46. PaybackEpilogueAcknowledgementsAbout the AuthorOceanofPDF.com PlaylistGORGEOUS - Taylor SwiftDISTRACTION - KehlaniBUTTONS - The Pussycat DollsBETTER - KhalidNASTY - Ariana GrandeJUST FRIENDS - Why Don’t WeNO STRINGS ATTACHED - B MonaeCOME THRU - Summer Walker ft UsherHONESTY - Pink Sweat$BOYFRIEND - Ariana Grande, Social HouseJUST MY TYPE -The VampsGOODNIGHT N GO - Ariana GrandeBIRTHDAY SEX - Jeremih CLOSE - Nick Jonas ft Tove LoTOUCH IT - Ariana GrandeGET YOU - Daniel Caesar, Kali UchisSWAP IT OUT - Justin BieberOceanofPDF.com This is for all my big girls who think they don’t deserve love.Yes, we fucking do.OceanofPDF.com 1The game beginsAs much as I love a man on his knees, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.His grunts make me wince when I notice the green liquid dripping offhis jacket. My hand flies to my mouth, my eyes widening when I see theaftermath of my bad decision from last night.“I’m so sorry.” I crouch down, extending a hand to the man on theground, cursing at me, the world, and smoothies.He shakes my hand off, glowering at me. “Just drop it,” he says, shakingoff the spilled drink from his t-shirt. “I’ll get up on my own.” He lifts offthe ground, staring down at this drenched t-shirt.“I really am sorry.” I attempt to smooth over this situation, but the wayhe scowls at me lets me know nothing I do can rectify this, especially whenhe curses at me before walking off.“What just happened?” I hear Rosie’s voice coming from my phone,clutched in my hand beside me.I lift it to my ear and exhale, letting my eyes close. “I’m a disaster thismorning.”“Fill me in,” she says. “I heard a bunch of grunts and cursing.” The spilled drink on the ground brings a sigh out of me as I headtowards the classroom. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, is whathappened.” I let out a breath. “Bumped into some guy; he fell over; I diedof embarrassment. The end.” I let out a sigh. “That’s the last time I hook upat a party.” She snorts on the other end, which makes my lips twitch. “Fine,it’s the last time I leave so late,” I amend.“Who did you leave with?”I chew on my bottom lip. “Some jock.”“Nice name,” she muses. “Has a ring to it.”I let out a laugh. If only I had snuck out a little earlier, I wouldn’t be inthis mess. “I can’t believe I forgot to turn my alarm on.” I walk a littlefaster, pulling my phone away from my ear to check the time. “Now I’mlate, and I lost my green smoothie.”“You still went to get a smoothie when you’re late?”“I need all the energy I can get if I’m going to be bored to death for anhour.”She laughs. “So dramatic. Is it really that bad?”“Extremely,” I sigh. “Remind me again why I haven’t dropped out?”“Your mom would kill you?” she offers.Right. Well, it’s not like my mom doesn’t have another daughter sheprefers, anyway. “And I care because?”“Because even if you try to not let it affect you, you know you careabout what she thinks.”Well, damn. She’s right again. “Are you sure you want to go down thedesigner route?” I joke. “You’d be a good therapist.” My shoulders dropwhen I see the door to my impending boredom.“Of course I would, but then who would dress you?”I snicker, reaching for the door handle. “I’ve got to go; I’m about to goin.”“Have fun.”Not likely.The line goes dead, and I pocket my phone. My breath shortens before Itake the plunge and pull the door open, heading inside. The room quietswhen over 50 heads turn to look at me. This, right here, makes me want todie. Their eyes on me feel like a huge spotlight of judgment. You wouldthink with my line of work, I’d be used to the attention, but I’m not.My confidence slips a little, the roaring in my stomach an indication ofthe anxiety brewing inside of me.“Leila. I see you don’t value my time,” Professor Wilson says, makingthe spotlight on me even brighter.I swallow, blink, and slip my mask back on, squaring my shoulders andgive him a smile. “Sorry, sir. Won’t happen again.”“Doubt that,” a low voice says to my right. My eyes drop, seeing JordanWright sitting at the table closest to the door. He doesn’t look my way,though. He never does.The one and only person I can stand in this class, Mia—who happens tobe sitting near him—shoots me a smile and calls me over. I take a seat nextto her, placing my bag on the floor.“Where were you?” she whispers, nudging me on the shoulder when theprofessor turns back around.“Forgot to set my alarm,” I offer with a shrug.With a smile on her lips, she shakes her head, probably knowing there’smore to the story. She’d be right.“Having a great product isn’t always the end result,” Professor Wilsondrones on, making my eyes glaze over. “Marketing is the main focal pointof any business. You could have the best product in the world, but no onewould know if you didn’t market it.”Yeah, I’ve heard it all before. It would be easier to figure out whatexactly I preferred over business, but therein lies the problem. I don’t knowwhat I want. I’ve always admired my dad running a business. It seemed socool when I was younger, but then my mom got me into modeling, and thatbecame my life.She stopped pushing me into modeling once I had gone through pubertyand gained a lot of extra pounds that made me inadequate for the modelingshe wanted. Modeling was fun and I loved dressing up and posing for thecamera; so I didn’t give up. I found a plus-size modeling agency andhaven’t looked back since.But by then, my mom had already made up that I wouldn’t go anywhereif I didn’t lose weight, so she pushed a college degree on me. I didn’t mindit, I could do both, but the problem was, I didn’t know what I wanted to do once I got here, so I settled on something I already had knowledge of.Business. Too bad it’s a bore.“The papers on the end of the table have the assignment on them,”Professor Wilson says. Mia reaches for the papers on her end, handing oneto me and Jordan. She hands one to the guy sitting next to her, Toby…something. She tucks her straight hair behind her ear, smiling at him whenshe hands him the assignment. Hm, little Mia has a crush.“New boyfriend?” I tease, dropping my voice so only she hears.She glances up at me. “It’s nothing.”I shrug. “I could smell the sexual tension from here.”She shushes me, a small laugh escaping her while she stuffs theassignment in her bag.When the door opens, everyone’s head turns to the noise.Aiden Pierce.Redfield’s basketball captain.I grew up watching basketball. Every Sunday, when my dad was home,we’d sit on the couch and watch the game while he snuck me somealfajores from his food truck. My mom would have slapped me on the backof my head if she caught me eating them.And when I came here, the tradition still stood. Even though I couldn’tbe with my dad on Sundays, I would still attend every basketball game Icould, which means I’ve watched Aiden play. A lot.And as much as I don’t like admitting it, he’s good, like really fuckinggood. It could be an advantage because the guy is as tall as hell, but it’s not;he has skill. I can appreciate that.But what I’m not a fan of? How everyone treats him like he’s a Godaround here. Girls fall at his feet, fanning themselves whenever he’s near,and he eats it up; of course he does. A guy like that can get any girl hewants with a snap of his finger.“Aiden,” Professor Wilson sighs. “Class started thirty minutes ago.”“Sorry, sir,” he says with a shrug. “I had early practice this morning. Itran over.”Professor Wilson sighs again and turns back around.Add that to the list of things I’m not particularly fond of.He gets special treatment.