Page 22 of Your Side of the Offense

I nod. "Yup." I pop the 'p'.

"Which ones so I can castrate them. Jerks."

"Your crush and the rest lied with and for him."

She gets out of bed. "Men ain't shit, I swear." She hugs me tightly like I'm crying and I stand there awkwardly as she squeezes me. She holds me by my shoulders after. "Are you okay, though?"

"It's been three months."

"That's not an answer, Summer."

I look at her. Well, this has gotten more serious than I expected and it's not even eight yet.

"It's an every day thing. Somedays I'm good, and some I wish I could cut their dicks and hang them in the desert so they can be burned by the sun until they are jerky, and the birds come and eat them, and the birds shit them out in a volcano."

She laughs. "That is oddly specific."

I shake myself off her and continue ordering our food, making sure I add the avocado she loves.

"So, four guys at once. I thought I was a queen with my record of three, and they didn't know about each other," she says.

"When was that? Tell me." I say sitting next to her on the bed.

"In 11th grade. I dated two boys and a girl. I felt amazing, I thought I was queen of the world…until I was caught by one of the boys with the girl."

"Oh no, and what happened?"

"I dumped him."

"Huh?"

"He wanted us to make him a sandwich and fuck him at the same time. Asshole," she mutters, folding her arms.

"Men." I shake my head.

"Yeah… So, your exes knew about each other, and they were cool? How did it work? Did you have a roster?" she asks, curiosity jumping out in heaps.

"Yes, they were cool, but not really a roster per se. Just dividing time, other than that just vibes. We just worked, I guess. We were kind of friends too."

"Harvey looks like he's the jealous type though."

"He is."

"But he could share?"

"I don't know, they just… did."

She looks like she's in thought. "Um, so I'm sorry I thirsted over him last night. I was kind of drunk."

I chuckle. "Yeah, you were literally drooling. Like, he's not that good-looking."

"Girl, stop. I know he's a piece of shit, but man's hot."

I sigh. "Fine. But I hate him."

She quips an eyebrow at me, and I roll my eyes. Thankfully I’m saved by the notification of the driver downstairs. I don't like door orders. Men are creeps and I don't like random men knowing where I live exactly. Me and Hazel go downstairs for the food and have breakfast after.

We shower after and get ready for our first classes talking about the two classes we have together, Microeconomics and Statistics. At least we have that too together. Which brings me to the fact that me and Caleb share a class together too. We had already chosen our classes last year and stupidly took some of the same modules to spend time together and help each other. I am hoping he is in the other group.

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