Chapter 3 - Pamela

Malcolm Dawson is number one on the rugby roster and on my list of chunks to ride or mountains to climb this semester. I’d thought the blonde that cozied up to him between the pitch and me would’ve deterred him, but he dismissed her in favor of me.

I’m not some silly, naive girl who would take that to mean I’m special. The way that girl acted made it obvious they’d hooked up in the past. I didn’t come to watch the rugby team without considering they’d be a bunch of hoes.

I still couldn’t get him out of my head. I’d looked him up, of course. I discovered he’s the rugby team captain, Delta Kappa Epsilon’s vice president, and a mechanical engineering program senior. He checks so many boxes.

The epitome of chunk is at the top of my list. He must be dependable and organized if he was named captain and vice president of a fraternity. He has to be smart to be in mechanical engineering. And while I have no doubt he’s a hoe, he’s a smooth hoe with that hand kiss.

Given that he’s a senior