Beautiful Brute (Court University 3)

Didn’t mean I couldn’t be pissed at him and the other guys for talking shit to me, though.

Removing my attention from my buzzing device, I decided to pick up my computer. Since I was up, might as well go over my email. To my surprise, I had quite a few things in my campus box. Some of the professors let us know they sent the syllabus already and the class could check it out online. I wasn’t trying to get into my school shit right now, but it was something to do.

But then the video chat notification.

It came right up on the corner of my screen, Royal’s face again. The dude was relentless. I turned that shit off, but no sooner than I had, the call sounded once more.

He’s not going to give up.

I wouldn’t if I wanted to talk to him. That’s just what we fucking did. We hounded, all of us, until we got our way.

Sighing, I opened the chat only to find not one but three faces appear.

No, this fucker did not pull me into a group video chat.

But there they were, all three of my best friends. Royal sat back in his executive chair like the boss and future CEO he was. He inherited all of his father’s companies after the man landed his ass in prison, but currently, Royal had shareholders running things while he was in school. He must still be at home in his castle, because his location was clearly his dad’s office.

Fully dressed, Royal sat back in his Pembroke University sweatshirt, his blond hair wet like he’d just gotten out of the shower. He sat at the desk with his finger to his lips and our buddies Knight and LJ looked about the same. They too were wearing university gear, but only Knight’s ass looked like a grandmother. He had a set of black rimmed glasses on, yelling at the camera with no sound.

I lifted my eyes. “Knight, bro. Your sound isn’t fucking on.”

More yelling on his end, and LJ had his head tossed back in laughter. He had that mane of his tied up, chuckling hard. Meanwhile, Royal appeared to be over this shit already.

Royal put a hand to his face. “Knight?”

“I got it. Fuck,” Knight gritted, the screen shaking when he tapped it. “This is Greer’s computer. Leave me the fuck alone.”

“Right, Grandpa Reed,” I smirked, which got me the bird right in my screen. Knight actually held it there, tapping at the camera before sitting back in what appeared to be his frat. He was the only one out of the four of us who decided to join a fraternity when we all went off to school.

“Say that shit again,” Knight growled, but then a shot of a blond bombshell with nothing but a set of boy shorts and a tiny top on angled into the sideview of his screen. His girlfriend Greer was goddamn gorgeous, and if I didn’t think I’d get my ass annihilated, I might whistle or say some shit about that.

She casually strode through the shot, and almost immediately, Knight tilted the screen almost closed. “Baby, I’m on a call with the guys. Can you not for like a second? They can see like your full ass.”

A shriek after that, obviously her since she realized we’d seen. By this time, even Royal was roaring, and lifting his screen, Knight sneered at us.

“Enough from the fucking peanut gallery,” he grunted. “She’s not used to me making video calls.”

“Neither are you, Grandpa,” I chided with a wink.

Another flip off in my screen, and chuckling, I lay back, lacing my fingers across my chest.

“So, Jax, did we say we were fucking done with you?” Royal asked, eyeing me. “Jax leaves the chat, and you just thought we were going to fucking let you?”

He said thi

s, but his eyes danced, clearly just giving me a hard time here. I rolled my eyes. “Nah, I was just over the handling. Plus, I don’t want to hear all your shit.”

I was single, so fucking what?

“Well, maybe you should fucking hear it.” A eyebrow lift on Royal’s end. “You might not be such an asshole.”

Why the fuck did people keep calling me an asshole lately? Cleo may have me on that, but it was so not deserved this last fucking time. I scratched into my hair.

“Right, man.” Knight fixed his screen. “Not to mention, you really haven’t been acting like yourself. We barely saw you over the summer, and when we did, you looked like you had the fucking world on your shoulders. What’s your deal?”

My deal had nothing to do with them, silence on my end, but then LJ had to lean in front of the screen.

“This have to do with your grand master plan?” he asked, tilting his head. “The one to fuck with your dad’s family?”