Page 68 of Whistle

Jamie pulled it open, holding it wide. “Hey, bro. Good to see you.”

“What the hell is going on, Owens?” the resident advisor glowered.

“I want him out!” Ronnie yelled from the floor. “I refuse to room with him! He’s a sick bastard.”

My stomach twisted as I glanced between Ryan and Jamie. My face felt hot, and the cut on my lip stung.

“Walsh.” The RA, whose name I didn’t remember even though I’d just met him four days ago, said, “I want an explanation.”

Why is he asking him?

Jamie glanced at me. “He’s our fixer. He’ll fix this.”

What?

“I heard shouting and the sounds of a fight,” Ryan explained. “I saw the door was partially open, so I came in.” He pointed to Ronnie. “This guy was hitting Lawson.”

“He attacked me first!” Ronnie defended himself, finally pushing to his feet.

“You throw down, bro?” Jamie asked me.

I eyed him warily.

“What’d you do?” Ryan deadpanned.

I bristled and swung toward him, ready to defend myself… but he wasn’t looking at me.

“Me?” Ronnie spat. “I’m not the one who’s walking around in women’s underwear.”

I stiffened, more of that embarrassment I’d tried not to feel earlier rearing its ugly head. I felt… judged. Like I’d done something wrong just by being who I was.

A body appeared in the doorway behind the RA. “What’s going on?” Wes asked, slipping around the man and coming to stand beside Jamie. “You bros okay?”

I groaned. How many more people would witness me being debased today? “You too?”

Wes shrugged. “We were going to dinner.”

Jamie turned to Wes, suddenly serious. “Bro. Remember that time I made the joke about you wearing panties and Max got suuuperrr pissed?”

Wes made a face. “Yeah.”

Jamie’s head bobbed. “I get it now.”

Confusion clouded Wes’s face, and he looked at me. I groaned again.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Like he cared.

“I want him out!” Ronnie demanded. “I won’t live here with a crossdressing himbo.”

“Bro. That’s rude,” Jamie admonished.

“If you don’t want to live here, there’s the door.” Ryan pointed.

“I was here first!” Ronnie demanded.

“He’s Elite,” Ryan, Wes, and Jamie said at the same time.

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