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“Gee, thanks mom,” I say and gather up my stuff.
I stand up and pick up my Dr. Pepper.
“Seriously, Carter. Get your head out of your ass. It’s going to be fine.”
Carter snorts, and I walk away from him.
“See you at home.”
As soon as I put some distance between him and me, I take a deep breath. A breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Both Carter and his ex have the capacity to drive me insane. Carter because he’s stuck in a repetitive, slutty rut, which affects his life in more ways than he cares to acknowledge, and his ex, well... Does it really need spelling out?
As I approach my classroom, I empty my head from all the Carter crap that it’s been filled with and walk in to find a class of about fifty people waiting for me.
I shoot straight for my desk, take my glasses out of my bag, set the bag down, and put them on so I can see everyone and everything clearly.
“So nice to see a full class this semester. I swear, if you stay until the end, I’ll reward you with tons of chocolate and free tickets to exhibitions,” I say, scanning the faces sitting down, watching me.
The majority of the class laughs.
“I’m not kidding. Last semester, I started with twenty-two people, and by the time the final exams came up, I only had five. If you guys drop out, I’m going to take it personally.”
My gaze lands on a student at the very back. They have beautiful ginger locks, short on the side but long and lush on the top, and a pair of pink lips that would make anyone beg to kiss them. And I’ve had the luxury of doing that earlier last week.
What are the chances Tru is in both my class and Carter’s?
I smile at them, but they seem frozen, shit-scared, their eyes barely blinking.
“Let’s get started then,” I say to everyone, and before I turn to grab my slideshow clicker from the desk, I wink at them.
Carter might have acted like the end of the world is upon us because we happened to have a threesome with a student, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to freak out.
If anything, it’s a little hot thinking that the little non-binary minx we fucked was a student of ours.
And, of course, even the mere possibility of forgetting all about our little romp vanishes at the realization that I’ll have to look at them for the rest of the semester.
I’ll have to do something about that.
Three
Carter
Ichange from a knife to a gun and walk into the dark corridor, fully expecting the mercenaries to come at me.
And as expected, they do. I fire at everything I see moving, but one of them gets me on the shoulder and I lose my focus. But I push forward, regardless, killing every motherfucker who dares to step my way, and find the bomb they planted.
With only thirty seconds to go, I get down on my knees to deactivate it. I just need to solve this puzzle.
“Carter,” someone says right in my ear, making me jump.
I look at Everett holding one end of my headphones, grimacing.
The bomb on my TV screen goes off, and I scowl at my friend.
“Look what you did! Now I have to do this all over again,” I say.
Ev looks at me the same way he looks at me whenever I talk about my games. Like I’m the biggest idiot in the world and he couldn’t care less how many lives I lose.
