Page 87 of The Stud

“You look like shit,” sneers my sibling from the bench space beside me. “Like you haven’t slept in bloody ages.”

That’s because I haven’t.

I think over the past two nights Tanner and Imayhave a combined six hours.

Apparently, we’re in an orgasm war.

And I’m losing.

Yet winning.

Gahhhhh,am I winning.

Lightly tugging my gray cropped hoodie upward to better hide the hickey he insisted on branding me with when I told him to let the bruises fade is attached to me gagging, “Could you seriously penalty box that fake Brit shit?” Adjusting my longer jacket that’s layered on top is done next. “No onelikes it.”

“Frosky does.”

“He doesn’t,” I correct without leaving room for argument. “And now that we’re on the subject of things he doesn’t really like, why are you here?” Our eyes momentarily lock as Bass blows the whistle to start their latest skating drill. “Bothering me during my shift.” My hands fold together on the flat surface between the spaced-out water bottles. “Preventing me from enjoying a mashup of Flogging Molly and stick taps.”

“You shouldn’t listen to sex shows at work.”

“They’re a band,” Khurana casually defends. “And not one I was aware you liked.”

“They’ve…grown on me.”

Primarily because they’re one of Tanner’s favorites.

“What other types of music do you like?” inquires the camera man I usually miss a bit more than I have.

“Kangaroo Kunt can’t reallyhearmusic enough to like it,” teases the female I won’t get fined for twat punching.

“Don’t you have something more important to do with your time like campaigning for illiteracy to remain prevalent or preventing Excalibur from being pulled out of the stone?”

“Someone drove a car into a rock?”

There’s no stopping my eyes from briefly falling shut in exasperation.

I should’ve done the world a favor and eaten her in the womb.

Had I been more responsible from pre-birth, my life would be so much better.

And I would’ve ended up with the one apparentlymeantfor me a lot sooner.

Despite knowing she’d lie to my face, I don’t wanna not ask.

I don’t wannanotknow the truth.

Did she really know he thought she was me and fuck him anyway?

And if so…why?

Why so desperate to not let me have something?

We’re not four anymore, ya know?

We can each have our own customized playthings.

“You working on something else for LMC?” Khurana investigates causing me to relocate my attention back to my DNA twin. “Merch?”

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