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Without missing a beat, she hooked her legs around his waist as he walked them both toward the door.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Hugo.” Gibs slapped my chest at the same time I slapped his. “I think he’s going to take her upstairs and ride her.”
“I think you might be right, lad,” I choked out, gripping the front of his shirt as tightly as he was gripping mine. “What do we do?”
“I don’t know about we, but you should definitely go upstairs and lock your door, lad.” He patted my shoulder. “Unless you want to sleep in another lad’s wet patch…”
I was bolting for the stairs before Gibs had a chance to finish his sentence.
Drunk and hazy, I clambered up the steps, not stopping until I reached my room—just in time to catch a glimpse of Luke and Lisa disappearing inside the spare room.
Relieved, I moved for my room anyway, deciding to check it and lock it before any other potential mishaps occurred.
When I reached the door and heard loud moaning and obvious sex noises, I was instantly pissed.
Throwing the door open, I stalked inside and flipped the light on, ready to lay into whatever asshole thought it was clever to fuck in my bed.
When the light came on, I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
Rooted to the spot, while my brain struggled to comprehend what my eyes were seeing, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.
MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT
Lizzie
NOVEMBER 1, 2003
“WHAT THEFUCKARE YOU DOING!”
“Jesus Christ, I’m sorry, lad!”
“You have one second to get your dick out of my girl before I kill ya.”
It took me a moment to register the shouting, and a few more to make sense of why I felt so cold.
“Hugh, I am so fucking sorry, lad. I’ve been drinking and she was—ah, holy fuck, give me a chance to throw my clothes on, will ya?”
Blinking in confusion, I pulled up on my elbows and watched as Hugh pummeled another boy on his bedroom floor.
What confused me most was the fact that Hugh was the one fully clothed, while the boy getting his face caved in only had boxers on.
“Hugh,” I mumbled, feeling confused.
“Cover yourself up!” he roared, pausing mid-punch to point at me. “And don’t fucking talk to me right now, Liz!”
Punching resumed, I glanced down at myself, registered my glaringly naked body, and quickly dragged the duvet over myself.
Oh my God.
What did I do?
No, no, no…
What the fuck did I do?
The bedroom door flew inward then, and Thor came bursting in to assess the damage. His eyes landed on mine for a brief moment before he turned away and moved for Hugh.
