Page 14 of Sunflower

A groan echoed down the hall, waking me up early for the second morning in a row.

I groaned to myself, wondering why anyone would be awake so early. I mean, sure, I’d been up most of the night and all day yesterday catching up on my personal reading, but it was Sunday morning, for God’s sake. Sundays were the best day of the week to sleep in.

“I need to come. Please let me come. I need it so bad. Let me have it. Oh, God—”

My eyes flew open. Was that Jacob?!

“That’s it, Jake.”

AndDrew?!?They were best friends, but as far as I was aware, they weren’t fucking. As much as Jacob wanted to, that was. What the hell had I missed yesterday?

“Make all the noises.”

Oh, God, please don’t.

“I want to hear you.”

I didn’t! I really,reallydidn’t!

Fucking hell. I shoved my pillow over my ears and prayed for the ground to swallow me whole and get me out of this hellscape of listening to two of my frat brothers fuck like energizer bunnies.

The reverberation of a bed smacking against a wall was strong enough to feel in my bed. With every shudder to my bed, I cringed.

I mean, if this was what they wanted, then all the power to them. I just didn’t want to be subjected to having to listen to them. Or feel my bed shake from theirexercising.

Ugh.

Having to think about two of my good friends boning was too weird for a Sunday morning.

A scream split the air as the rhythmic thumping slowed, then stopped entirely.

Well, at least somebody had a happy ending.

A deep groan made me recalculate that totwosomebodies.

Fuck my life.

I rolled over, pulled the blankets over my head, and went back to sleep.

“Joey! Get your ass out here and talk to me like a real man, damn it!”

It was mid-afternoon and my quiet and relaxing weekend had obviously just come to an abrupt end. Amelia was outside the frat house, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Marshall, our chapter president, poked his head in my open door just as I was putting my phone down. So much for reading for the rest of the day. “You okay to deal with this? Or do you want me to?”

I grimaced. As much as I’d love him to get rid of my ex-girlfriend for me, I knew it had to be me. She’d never leave if I didn’t make her. “Might as well get this over with.”

As I slowly made my way towards the front door of the frat house, the sound of her yelling and screeching continued unabated. For someone who was so hellbent on apositive social media presence, she sure was making a racket.

The number of my frat brothers who had their phones out recording her made me think maybe that was precisely the point.

Was she going to try to throw me under the bus for what she did? It certainly appeared like she might. Maybe she thought if she made enough noise, I’d rush out to quiet her.

Newsflash, darlin’. I didn’t care anymore.

Marshall opened the front door and stood to the side for support as I leaned against the door frame, crossed my arms, and sighed with disinterest. “What do you want, Amelia?”

“There you are, you limp-dicked swine!”

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