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Hobbling through the bedroom, I look at the walls. They are painted a dulled maroon-ish color and have pictures of… No way. No fucking way. There are pictures of me at different games.

“Julie!” I don’t know why I call her name. Or why I’m surprised. I’m fucking ecstatic she has my pictures up.

She comes running into the room. “What? Are you alright?” Her soft hands touch my arms, and I have to focus.

“Why are there pictures of me on this wall?”

That blush. Fuck me, I want to lick her cheek and see how red I can make her. “Lennox. He’s…he’s a huge fan of yours.”

“Ah, your boy toy likes me, huh?” Goddamn it. I didn’t mean to say that.

Before I can apologize or Julie can say anything, the front door is slammed shut. “Mom?”

What the hell?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Walking away from him, I have to take a deep breath and leave before I slap him. Telling me he’s a millionaire like I didn’t already know. What a load of bull poop! Walking into the kitchen, I bang pots and pans around, trying to get my frustrations out, but it’s not working. Gah! Aaron makes me crazy, and he hasn’t even been here a whole day. Why does he have to be such a jerk?

K

Got my brother?

Me

Yes, and frankly, I should have made him walk home.

K

LOL, you’d never.

Me

Yes, I would.

K

You threatened that every day for our entire senior year and never did. Don’t let him get to you, J.

Me

Easy for you to say. You don’t have to live with him until he can get his own place.

K

Should I come get him?

Me

No. I’m just venting. Ignore me.

K

Love you, girl.

Me

Yeah, yeah. You owe me.

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