Undeclared Read Online Free PDF

sufficiently recovered to go and get shit-faced and leer at the Delt rush candidates,” Lana proclaimed.
    Lana went to make some calls, and I sat on the sofa and tried to stop all the crazy thoughts I had from racing through my mind.
    Noah
    Bo was lounging against my truck when I returned from Grace’s apartment. He was chatting up some blonde chick who looked like all the other girls he’d ever been with. They were interchangeable to me, and likely to Bo, too, since he called them all “babe.”
    I figured I would know if he ever fell for a girl when he called her by her first name instead of some random endearment.
    “That was a clusterfuck, eh?” he asked as I approached.
    “Yup,” I climbed into my truck and threw my books into the back. I revved the engine a couple of times to signal that I wanted Bo to get in the damn truck. He could pick up chicks another time.
    “At the risk of sounding like a girl, do you want to talk about it?” Bo asked when he finally got into the passenger seat. I threw the truck in reverse and peeled out of campus parking lot.
    “No, Bo Peep, I don’t,” I bit out.
    So much for being good at doing.
    “What were you thinking?”
    “What part of ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ did you not understand?”
    “Are you giving up?”
    “What?” I swung my head toward him. Bo threw up his hands. “No way.” I looked back at the road.
    “Then let’s strategize.”
    “I’ve already made every strategic mistake possible. I left too late last night to catch her. I surprised and maybe embarrassed her after class. If I see her at a party and spill beer all over her, my trifecta of stupidity would be complete.”
    “So now what?”
    “Now, it’s time to regroup.”
    “You want to fight or drink tonight?”
    “Both.”

Chapter Three

    Dear Grace,
    I’m luckier than most. There are plenty of guys that are homesick and haven’t seen their kids or wives or girlfriends for months except over the Internet.
    I don’t have much to miss back home but I’m here with my best bud, Bo Randolph. We’ve been friends since we tried to beat the piss out of each other in seventh grade. Served two weeks of suspension and found out we had a lot in common.
    Bo’s my battle buddy. This means wherever he goes, I go, and vice versa. You never go anywhere without your battle buddy, including (or maybe especially) the bars.
    Yours,
    Noah
    Grace
    “Calm down, jitterbug,” Lana said for what seemed like the fiftieth time. She handed me another glass of Vodka and pink lemonade—the lazy college student’s version of the Cosmo.
    “What’s up with you, anyway?” Amy asked. We were pregaming at our apartment, drinking just enough to feel good before we hit the frat party. Knowing when to show up was just as important as knowing which keg to drink from. The keg in the backyard would be cheap and watered down. Kegs kept in the kitchen or interior bar, surrounded by all the brothers in the house, would be more expensive, although not always better tasting.
    “I’m sorry about this afternoon and the photo shoot,” I told Amy. “I’m totally on board for tomorrow.”
    Amy waved her hand dismissively. “It was fine. Lana called and said you had eaten something bad at lunch. Why are you two still eating at the café?” She gave a little shudder. “Tomorrow is perfect. More of the house will be there.”
    I threw Lana a grateful look, and she just patted me on the back. “You’d do it for me,” she murmured so only I could hear.
    “So are you thinking junior college transfers or freshman targets tonight?” I asked her as I finished applying my makeup, pretending like I was interested in finding a hookup.
    I didn’t want to answer questions about Noah. I didn’t want to think about him at all. If I pretended to be interested in other things, then perhaps I could make that happen. It was worth a try, anyway.
    “Depends on what you’re looking for. One night hookup? Freshman. Some date