for them. I stagger through the kitchen then head down the hall that leads to the bedrooms. Throwing open my bedroom door, I find my good friend Brenden, sitting on the edge of the mattress, his jeans bunched around his ankles and Kayla kneeling in front of him. I don’t need to see it all to know that she’s got her lips wrapped around the tip of his dick.
“God damnit, couldn’t you have at least got a blow job in the spare bedroom?” I yell at Brenden.
Kayla jumps to her feet with a guilty expression on her face, swiping at her mouth with shaky fingers. Brenden stands and yanks his jeans up, wincing when he stuffs his semi-erect cock back inside. “Sorry,” he mutters, his gaze focused on the floor. “The other room was taken.”
“At least you didn’t fuck on my bed.” I see the covers are all messed up. Can’t remember if I made it today or not. For all I know, they—or someone else—already fucked there.
Great.
“You shouldn’t just barge into rooms unannounced,” Kayla says with a sneer.
“Uh, this is my bedroom so you can go fuck the hell off,” I tell her, as I enter the room fully. “Now get out.”
Kayla turns to Brenden. “Are you really going to let him talk to me like that?”
He shrugs. “Well, he is right. It is his bedroom.”
Her mouth drops open. I cross my arms, watching her. Wobble over a little to the left before I right myself. Brenden finishes buttoning up his jeans, looking put out.
Probably pissed I interrupted his BJ, but that’s on him.
“You’re an asshole,” Kayla says directly to me.
“Right back at you,” I tell her, earning a huff from her before she storms out.
She pauses in the hallway, glancing over her shoulder. “Are you coming?” she asks Brenden.
“Unfortunately no, thanks to me,” I say, just before I crack up.
Brenden glares at me for a moment before he exhales loudly. “Give me a minute, okay baby?”
“Don’t you baby me,” she whisper-hisses before she leaves the room.
“Damn it.” He rubs the back of his neck, turning toward me. “Sorry about that.”
“I don’t think I’d care if it was anyone else who had their lips wrapped around your dick. But that chick?” I point at my empty doorway. “I can’t stand her.”
“I should break up with her, huh.” He doesn’t even ask it like a question. This dude knows he should get rid of her.
“She’s toxic as fuck. But if she gives good head, maybe she’s a keeper,” I tell him with a shrug.
“I need to go talk to her. I’m sure she’s pissed. She’s always pissed.” He sends me a look. “You crashing or what? Want me to get rid of people?”
“Yes. All of them. Thank you. I’m definitely gonna crash. I can barely keep my eyes open,” I tell him, as I yank my hoodie off and throw it on the floor, then promptly trip over it as I head for my bed.
I need sleep.
“No problem. I’ll have Jackson help me round everyone up and out of here.”
Once Brenden’s gone, I stumble around my room like an idiot. Shedding the rest of my clothes. Tripping over more shit on the floor before I collapse onto the bed. I lean over the mattress and grab my phone out of my jeans’ pocket to see if I have any notifications.
Nothing.
I hate my life. I hate that I pushed the only good thing out of it. I always just act and not think. So what if she told her brother about my parents? Pretty sure lots of people know we’re a mess. It doesn’t matter anyway.
All that matters is I pushed Ava away. I want to pull her back in.
Opening up our texts, I send her another one.
I’m a stupid fucker who knows exactly where your clit is, and how much you like it when I touch it. Don’t ever forget that. And don’t give Wyatt the map. Or your heart. That belongs to me.
“Oh my God! ELI!”
That’s what I wake up to on a fine Sunday morn—oops, it’s past one o’clock—afternoon. I crack my eyes open, wincing at the pain in my head. I smoked too much smoke and drank too much drink and now I am paying the price.
Like hallucinating my mother’s screeching coming from downstairs.
Rubbing a hand over my face, I turn over on my side, so I’m facing the wall, letting my eyes fall back closed. The pounding in my head is real. It’s intense and it’s