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They won’t steal your things.
Just…let it pass.
“Willow,” Lo says sharply, grabbing my attention.
“Yeah?” I nudge up my glasses for the umpteenth time
“Are they gone?”
I shake my head. “I hear…” I cringe. No, no. “…slurping.”
Daisy’s mouth falls. “They’re making out.”
“Abort,” Lily says. “Abort.”
Nervous heat pricks me at the thought of a confrontation. “I can’t…”
“Go tell them to get the fuck out of your room,” Ryke says harshly. I’m not him. I’m not Rose or Lo.
The hot-tempered triad (Lily coined the term) could resolve this fast and efficiently.
My face contorts at the sound of my bed squeaking and mmms. I look up at the darkness of my closet. “Just my luck,” I mutter to myself, “two strangers are desecrating my bed when Garrison is supposed to be here soon—and how can I give him a blow job for the first time on the same place where strangers just touched?” Wait. I freeze.
I didn’t just say that out loud. In front of my brothers.
To Lo, Ryke asks, “Did she just fucking say she’s giving Garrison a blow job for the first time?”
I did.
Lo shoots him a look. “Thanks for repeating that. Like I didn’t need to bleach my brain before.”
“I thought she’s already had sex with him,” Ryke says in confusion.
“Huh.” Lo’s brows scrunch. “Does that mean you’re still a vir—”
“No,” I say quickly.
Cremate me, please. I hide behind my hanging overalls.
Rose snaps, “Blow jobs don’t have to come before sex.”
I’m shriveling like a withering flower, and the Calloway sisters tell them to stay out of it, coming to my defense.
It’s easier to focus on the strangers making out on my bed now. I want to escape the embarrassment of Lo and Ryke knowing I’m planning to give Garrison a blow job.
I tuck my laptop to my chest. “I’m going out there.”
“Good,” Lo says.
“We’re here,” Rose reminds me.
Daisy makes a heart shape with her hands.
They all watch me like this is a college-aged flick that they’re very much invested in, and quietly, I push the door open.
“Right there, Mattie. God,” she moans, not even hearing me crawl out of the closet.
I stand up. “Oh.” I shield my face with a hand, blocking out the scene of a twenty-something dude going down on a girl in a miniskirt and floral crop top.
Should’ve stopped them sooner, Willow.
This is my penance. My dues that I must pay. “Um,” I start to say.
She gasps at the sight of me. “Mattie. Mattie!” Bed squeaks as they shift.
“Can you please leave?” My cheeks are hot. “This is my room.”
“Were you hiding in the closet watching us?” Mattie accuses heatedly, slurring some of his words, American accent and drunk-self clear.
“The fucking nerve of that asshole,” Rose says loudly on the computer, which is faced towards my body. Not the strangers.
I drop my hand from my face.
They’re staring at the computer with confusion. So they definitely heard Rose.
I try to play it off as nothing. “Uh…no,” I tell them. “I was in the closet to block out the party. It was loud.”
“You don’t owe them a fucking explanation,” Ryke growls.
Mattie makes a noise of shock. “Is that Ryke Meadows?”
I should’ve muted the video chat.
The girl fixes her askew skirt as she stands, ignoring her hookup buddy or boyfriend or whoever.
Mattie squints, trying to place me. “You’re that girl.” He sways as he rises off my bed. “What’s her name, Dina?” he asks the brunette. “You know the dorky one with the glasses? She rarely talks and she’s always hanging around the hot blonde Calloway?”
I’m standing right here.
I don’t back up. Trying to hold my ground.
“I don’t know,” Dina says, putting her hair into a ponytail. “She asked us to leave, let’s go.”
“Thank you,” I say too softly. I’m not sure anyone can hear.
Mattie holds out a hand. “Wait, hold on.”
I shake my head. “The party is out there.” I motion to the door, laptop in my other grip.
“Come on, don’t be like that,” Mattie says, sounding kind. He offers me an amicable smile. “I’m even wearing the underwear Ryke, Lo, and Connor modeled for charity this summer.”
Dina snorts like yeah right. Like he’s lying, and then she exits the room.
Leaving me alone with him.
He watches the door click shut.
My heart rate speeds. “Um…could you please go? I’m kind of busy.”
Mattie smiles back at me. “Do you have time for a drin—”
“Open your fucking ears!” Lo yells so loud, my speakers crackle. “She told you a hundred goddamn times to get out of her room. So get the fuck out before I make your life a living hell—you’ll wish all I did was break your dick in two.” His voice is dripping in acid.
Mattie looks…scared, just from hearing Lo. He doesn’t even see the venomous glare attached.
“I…uh,” Mattie stammers. “Is that…?” Befuddlement crosses his face, and I step forward and sort of corral him out, all without touching him.
