Stepbrother Wow! (Bad Boy Frat #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

and not go running off to Kenny over at Tau Delta—I got you
covered.”
    “I’ll have to see your transcripts for proof,
because I can’t believe you put in enough work on any subject to make straight
As,” I told him, tugging my braid free of his fingertips with a grin.
    “I will show you proof, come on; let’s go to the
computer lab and you will see that I am the all-time Phi Kappa master of
biology.” He pulled me into the closest lab room and dragged me over to the
computer, where he logged into his account and pulled up his transcripts. True
to his word, he’d managed an A on all of the major assignments.
    “Okay, so you did well in Bio. I suppose I could let
you tutor me.” He lifted me up onto his shoulder and carried me across campus
like that, dragging me all the way to the frat house and not putting me down on
my feet until we’d gotten to the mailbox outside.
    It would have seemed weird if he started talking to
me like a normal girl; he spotted me at the gym and we talked about hockey or
football or even basketball, sizing up each other’s favorite teams,
trash-talking just like we always did. In practices for the snowboarding team
he seemed to always be on hand when I flubbed a trick or botched a landing,
giving me advice on how to do it better and cheering me on when I tried it
again. After one practice, where I’d twisted my ankle, he carried me out to his
car and then into the frat house, rolling his eyes as the rest of the guys
hooted and hollered; he dumped me on the couch and went into the kitchen to
grab me an ice pack. “You should sleep here,” he suggested. “Don’t want you
walking across campus with your ankle messed up like that.”
    He got me through a big Bio test, quizzing me on the
parts of the cell until I could have recited them in my sleep, and he had an
uncanny knack for knowing what drinks I liked when I would party it up with the
guys—but in every other respect it was just the way it had always been, and
after weeks of flirting with nothing happening, I had to assume it was just Jax’s way of being friends. It wasn’t as though he didn’t
help out the other guys on their own tests, and the other members of the team
got treated almost the same as I did whenever they got injured in practice. But
I couldn’t help noticing that we were spending more and more time together.
    After the night I spent on the Phi Kappa couch,
sleeping with my ankle wrapped in someone’s enormous tee shirt, Jaxon walked me
to my first class using the excuse that he wanted to be able to carry me to the
campus nurse if I looked too shaky. “Can’t have you making your ankle worse
when you have practice next week, and you end up not mastering your Wildcat
because you had to take time off,” he told me. He broke off to go to the dining
hall and I didn’t see him the rest of the day, but the next day he managed to
catch up to me on the way to the same class.
    “Do you even have anywhere to be this stupid hour of
the morning?” Jaxon shrugged.
    “I was going to hit the gym anyway; I just don’t
really like walking alone.” Since I didn’t really enjoy it myself, I was happy
for the company.
    By the next week, he was walking with me to all of
my classes, meeting me on the quad or catching me as I went past the dining
hall. I never figured out how he knew when and where my classes were, but I
must have told him at some point while we were hanging out; I couldn’t think of
any other way. But it was nice to have someone to walk with and talk to,
especially in my early morning classes—when half the campus was still asleep. “I
don’t know why you picked classes at eight in the morning,” Jaxon said, shaking
his head as he walked next to me across the campus to English.
    “Because that way I get them over with before all
the good games are on,” I countered, feeling sleepy and still a little
irritable.
    “Good point,” Jaxon said with a grin. “But it’s no
wonder you’re struggling