Spin the bottle 2
SPIN THE BOTTLE
CAMPUS GAMES BOOK #2
STEPHANIE ALVES
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This book contains detailed sexual content,
graphic language and some other heavy topics.
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Table of Contents
Playlist
Dedication
1. The game begins
2. I know your secret
3. Ex-roommates
4. New roommates
5. Spin The Bottle
6. Make a move
7. I'm not a patient man
8. I don't give up
9. Swallow my pride
10. Never going to happen
11. Find me
12. Ask nicely
13. No repeats
14. Bar fights and catcalls
15. So much fun
16. Can I slap her?
17. Hands behind your back
18. Eat you alive
19. Beer and Jealousy
20. Focus
21. Face masks and polaroids
22. Cooking is dangerous
23. Family visits
24. I'm in control
25. Love's awakening
26. Close call
27. Happy birthday
28. Mark me
29. There is no competition
30. Jerseys and decisions
31. Game time
32. Let's go home, baby
33. All the way
34. Bets and blackmail
35. Fucked up family tree
36. You are worth everything
37. One week
38. Worst mistake
39. Never again
40. Too late
41. Nothing else to lose
42. Secret's out
43. Am I dreaming?
44. He loves me, he loves me not
45. Whatever it takes
46. Payback
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
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Playlist
GORGEOUS - Taylor Swift
DISTRACTION - Kehlani
BUTTONS - The Pussycat Dolls
BETTER - Khalid
NASTY - Ariana Grande
JUST FRIENDS - Why Dont We
NO STRINGS ATTACHED - B Monae
COME THRU - Summer Walker ft Usher
HONESTY - Pink Sweat$
BOYFRIEND - Ariana Grande, Social House
JUST MY TYPE -The Vamps
GOODNIGHT N GO - Ariana Grande
BIRTHDAY SEX - Jeremih
CLOSE - Nick Jonas ft Tove Lo
TOUCH IT - Ariana Grande
GET YOU - Daniel Caesar, Kali Uchis
SWAP IT OUT - Justin Bieber
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This is for all my big girls who think they don’t deserve love.
Yes, we fucking do.
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1
The game begins
As 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 off
his jacket. My hand flies to my mouth, my eyes widening when I see the
aftermath of my bad decision from last night.
“I’m so sorry.” I crouch down, extending a hand to the man on the
ground, cursing at me, the world, and smoothies.
He shakes my hand off, glowering at me. “Just drop it,” he says, shaking
off the spilled drink from his t-shirt. “I’ll get up on my own.” He lifts off
the ground, staring down at this drenched t-shirt.
“I really am sorry.” I attempt to smooth over this situation, but the way
he scowls at me lets me know nothing I do can rectify this, especially when
he 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 this
morning.”
“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 head
towards the classroom. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, is what
happened.” I let out a breath. “Bumped into some guy; he fell over; I died
of embarrassment. The end.” I let out a sigh. “That’s the last time I hook up
at 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 in
this mess. “I can’t believe I forgot to turn my alarm on.” I walk a little
faster, pulling my phone away from my ear to check the time. “Now I’m
late, 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 an
hour.”
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 she
prefers, anyway. “And I care because?”
“Because even if you try to not let it affect you, you know you care
about what she thinks.”
Well, damn. Shes right again. “Are you sure you want to go down the
designer route?” I joke. “You’d be a good therapist.” My shoulders drop
when 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 go
in.”
“Have fun.”
Not likely.
The line goes dead, and I pocket my phone. My breath shortens before I
take the plunge and pull the door open, heading inside. The room quiets
when over 50 heads turn to look at me. This, right here, makes me want to
die.
Their eyes on me feel like a huge spotlight of judgment. You would
think 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 of
the anxiety brewing inside of me.
“Leila. I see you don’t value my time,” Professor Wilson says, making
the spotlight on me even brighter.
I swallow, blink, and slip my mask back on, squaring my shoulders and
give him a smile. “Sorry, sir. Won’t happen again.”
“Doubt that,” a low voice says to my right. My eyes drop, seeing Jordan
Wright 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 to
be sitting near him—shoots me a smile and calls me over. I take a seat next
to her, placing my bag on the floor.
“Where were you?” she whispers, nudging me on the shoulder when the
professor 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’s
more to the story. She’d be right.
“Having a great product isn’t always the end result,” Professor Wilson
drones on, making my eyes glaze over. “Marketing is the main focal point
of any business. You could have the best product in the world, but no one
would know if you didn’t market it.”
Yeah, I’ve heard it all before. It would be easier to figure out what
exactly I preferred over business, but therein lies the problem. I don’t know
what I want. I’ve always admired my dad running a business. It seemed so
cool when I was younger, but then my mom got me into modeling, and that
became my life.
She stopped pushing me into modeling once I had gone through puberty
and gained a lot of extra pounds that made me inadequate for the modeling
she wanted. Modeling was fun and I loved dressing up and posing for the
camera; so I didn’t give up. I found a plus-size modeling agency and
haven’t looked back since.
But by then, my mom had already made up that I wouldn’t go anywhere
if I didn’t lose weight, so she pushed a college degree on me. I didn’t mind
it, 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 one
to 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 when
she 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 the
assignment 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 some
alfajores from his food truck. My mom would have slapped me on the back
of my head if she caught me eating them.
And when I came here, the tradition still stood. Even though I couldn’t
be with my dad on Sundays, I would still attend every basketball game I
could, which means I’ve watched Aiden play. A lot.
And as much as I don’t like admitting it, he’s good, like really fucking
good. 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 God
around 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 he
wants 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. It
ran 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.