Hell, they even eat together in a special cafeteria I’ve only heard whispers about, with super special, healthy jock food. They study together, play together, live together. Similar to Greek Row, each sport has its own designated apartment or house, spanning an entire city block. Jock Row: the off-campus housing block where student athletes live and party. When she says Jock Row, her voice changes, fills with this weird wistfulness and a playful giddiness, like we’re heading to some magical place. “Nothing’s wrong with it, but we’re going to the baseball house-you know, on Jock Row.” “It gets so warm inside those parties…maybe just take the scarf off? And the jacket?”įingering the gray, cable knit length around my neck, I breathe in the merino wool that’s the only thing keeping my neck warm and my cough from coming back. “But that sweater…” Tessa worries her bottom lip, chewing off some of the lipstick.

The last thing I want is her changing her plans because of me.

It’s going to keep me toasty warm tonight so I don’t catch a chill.” “I’m fine-that’s why I wore this sweater. Two to be exact, couch surfing and binging on random TV shows, consuming copious amounts of hot tea and chicken noodle soup. “Trust me, I’ve been home for the past few weekends-I needed this night out.” It’s more appropriate for a bonfire or night at home than a college party, and when Tessa shoots me that sympathetic face-lips turned down at the corners, eying me skeptically-I manage a soft laugh. Tessa-a girl I lived next door to in the dorms freshman and sophomore year and remained friends with-flips her perfectly coifed hair, eyeing up my soft sweater, the one I always wear when I’m getting over a cold, or sick, because it’s cozy, oversized, and comforting. “No offense, Scarlett, but if you didn’t feel good when I invited you to come with us tonight, you should have said something. 'Rowdy' Wade is the hot shot short-stop for the university's baseball team-and the unlucky bastard who drew the short straw: keep little Miss Goody Two-Shoes out of the Baseball House.īut week-after-week Scarlett returns, determined to get inside. NO GUY WANTS A GIRL AROUND WHO KEEPS THEIR JOCK FRIENDS FROM GETTING LAID. And if keeping her friends out of trouble, and guys out of their pants, was a sport, she'd be the star athlete.īeing a well known jock-blocker gets her noticed for all the wrong reasons just like that, she's banned from Jock Row.

Week-after-week, she visits Jock Row with her friends-the university's hottest party scene and breeding ground for student athletes. The one holding your hair back while you're worshiping the porcelain gods. Scarlett is always the sensible one: The sober driver.

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