“Come on, Knox, what about the blonde?” Jack nudges me with his elbow, and I look up from my laptop.

“Out of your league,” I tell him and go back to typing.

“You’re wrong,” I hear him say as he keeps talking with Andy and Harris.

The four of us came to the quad to study, but I realized pretty quickly that I’m the only one actually doing it. They’re watching girls go by while they bet on which one could fuck her. I must be the only one with reasonable self-control and a fifteen-page report due tomorrow.

“You couldn’t even get her number.” Harris shakes his head.

Jack rolls...