Page 24 of Your Side of the Offense

"I'm sorry, look, we need to talk." His face is serious. Turning away, I punch the product I want before I insert the money.

"Summer, please. Let us explain what happened at least." He sounds exhausted.

"I don't care for any explanations you and your band of liars have. There is nothing else to discuss. I don't want to hear anything from any of you and…” I look him in the eye and his face morphs into disbelief the more I talk. “I'd appreciate it if you send the message to the others as well. Stop trying, it won't happen. I'm moving on, so should you." I bend and pick up my drink.

"This campus can be big enough for all of us, so please stay out of my way…" I start retreating, walking backward. "I'll stay out of yours."

He doesn't respond, just stands there watching me go. I turn when I can't stand his sad face and stomp to my next class. Taking my seat in the next class, I realize my heart rate is sprinting. Ugh. I hate that I still have such strong reactions to them.

Luckily, I don't have any more classes with any of them, and by 3 pm, Hazel and I have a late lunch at a taco spot on campus. I am starving. And my head is buzzing. There is already so much academic work to do.

High school taught me you need to start working hard when the semester starts because if you don't, the work will overwhelm you. So I have a studying schedule every day because consistency is everything.

I meet Hazel outside and we walk in together.

She exhales loudly and we hook our arms together.

"Long day?"

"Dude, you have no idea. I have another class in 25 minutes, and I am already very regretful," she says.

"You only had three classes. What's so heavy?"

"We have an assignment due next week."

I can't help but laugh. That was fast. I have two in three weeks but whatever.

"They won't even lube you into college, just straight for the ass dry, huh?" I grimace and she chuckles.

"I wouldn't know about any of that, have never really done any anal." She shrugs.

I raise an eyebrow. "Not even mouth and finger stuff?" I lower my voice, a little horrified at her.

I'm not a professional, but I like sex and I'm not about to prohibit myself to the pleasure my body was made to feel. I'm a little greedy, I want it all. I guess another reason four boyfriends with their own styles and kinks just worked. They each gave me something the others couldn't and together I had everything I wanted and needed.

"No, my anus has only one job and it's overworked on that as it is, it doesn't need a second." We share a look and burst out laughing as we walk to the counter.

We order and grab our tacos and our drinks, before walking to a table. The place is abuzz with students. Some sitting down, most just buying and rushing to their next class. This feels a lot more fast-paced than high school. There's definitely a higher state of anxiety here.

"But on the plus side, my Act-Sci professor is a shnack," she says as we plant our asses on the chairs.

"At least we have Micro and Stats tomorrow."

"Yes, I can't wait. So…" she wiggles her eyebrows. And I already know where she's going with that. "Did we see Mr. Fine number 2?"

I laugh at her. "You mean Mr…" I trail off when they walk into the shop, my world stopping for a minute.

Fuck. I close my eyes and mutter a 'fuck' under my breath. I look back to my food and Hazel clears her throat. Looking up, she has a huge grin on her face and I groan.

"They are looking," she whispers unhelpfully, leaning in, and I scowl at her. But she is enjoying this a lot. "No, they are crying for you." I focus on her and not on my flaming cheek.

"I don't care," I say through my teeth and take a bite of my taco.

I know it's stupid, but I hope it's messy and I look awful. But because the universe is an enemy of progress, Logan and Trevor's pose walks in.

They greet each other and now the whole place has eyes on them. I don't fail to notice how all the girls are basically drooling.

Ugh.

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