Pulse (Contemporary new adult/college romance) (Club Grit Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF

other Skylar,” I lied.
    “You said that was him before though.” Kim raised a perfectly thin brow that ended in a hook that drew me in. It was so fucking hard to lie to her. Luckily, I wouldn’t have to, emphasis on “I”.
    Skylar, the real Skylar, acted surprised. “Oh, my friend has my phone.” I hadn’t expected Skylar to lie for me. I hadn’t expected him to play along. Part of me thought that we’d get up here and he’d embarrass me and tell them all about how I’d begged him to pretend that I had his number, but instead, Skylar lied for me. My heart fell. I had never meant to get him involved, and it would be easier to hate Skylar for something like betrayal than to look at myself and the situation and wonder when I’d turned into such a bitch.
    “They do?” asked Kim, suspicious as usual. Her sixth sense had probably gone off again, her bullshit meter finely tuned.
    “Yeah, he got it off me before he left the club. He’s kind of an asshole. Just ignore it. Guys will be guys,” said Skylar, and the girls all tittered. Jesus Christ, they had low standards for humor around hot guys. Skylar wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close. He was so strong, it made me feel so safe. The fact I had to feel safe in front of my sorority sisters, in front of my friends, was something that I didn’t want to think about.
    “So, where are you two going on your first date?” asked Becca, glass of champagne in hand as usual. What a class act.
    “Our first date?” I asked. Shit. I hadn’t expected this to come to that. I didn’t really date guys, I just saw them around campus and flirted, and eventually, we ended up in someone’s bedroom or closet, the sort of behavior that the sororities and fraternities didn’t advertise to pledges but that soon became as much of a part of their daily life as spa treatments and Starbucks runs.
    Skylar moved his hand to my lower back and pulled me in close to him. Who did he think he was, getting that touchy with me? And who was I, to actually like it, to like the fact he was being so possessive, even though this was all supposed to be an act to get my sorority off my case.
    “Yeah, you two have to go somewhere,” she insisted. “But your schedule is booked through the week. We have a lot of socials this next week on campus so you can’t come to the club after this weekend, at least for a while. You’re going to have to start doing more activities with the other frosh. A day date would probably be best.” Becca was social chair and good at it, either naturally or by necessity, I couldn’t tell. She had a talent for remembering people’s schedules and during her summers, was a personal assistant to a wealthy businessman who had flown her all over the country with him. Some people thought she was his mistress, but she was just generously compensated for her time and had a fetish for billionaires, in and out of the bedroom. That was all.
    “Coffee,” said Skylar, but it was probably more of an insistence. I knew why. He wanted to get rid of me, rid of how annoying I was to him. Too bad for him, because I fucking loved coffee and I’d order the most expensive drink on the menu.
    “What?” I asked incredulously. How far was he planning on going with this? He didn’t have to play their game, but I don’t know if he knew that. I don’t know if he knew that he could just laugh, say “fuck that”, and leave so that the girls and I could talk shit about him and that in that moment, he could have just shut the entire game down, easily. What did he have to gain?
    “There’s a Starbucks around here, right?” he asked.
    “There’s a Starbucks everywhere,” said Kim, rolling her eyes. Becca lightly pushed her shoulder against Kim’s. Becca was the only person that Kim would take that shit from and Becca pushed that limit all the time. The girl from the streets of Compton and the South Korean businessman’s daughter, who would have