Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Laying in bed, with my hands tucked behind my head, I stare up at the dark ceiling.
Lake’s out in the living room, and for what has to be the hundredth time, he begins to whistle the fucking wedding march.
“Lake!” I shout.
It’s silent for a couple of seconds then the fucker starts again. I let out a growl as I throw the covers back, and grabbing my pillow, I dart out of bed. Yanking my door open, I run to where Lake’s lying on the couch, and it has the fucker squeaking like a girl. “Shit!” He shoots up and over the back of the couch.
When I catch up to him, he sinks to the floor, and I smack the shit out of him with the pillow.
“Ah-hh-hh-hh!” he yells while laughing at the same time.
“You’re seriously having a pillow fight?” Falcon asks from where he’s leaning against the door jamb of his bedroom.
“No, save me,” Lake wheezes through the laughter.
“From what?” I ask. “It’s a goose down pillow. The shit is softer than a newborn baby’s ass.”
“Soft like Kingsley’s lips?” Lake asks as he crawls away.
I throw the pillow against his back.
“Lake,” Falcon says, his voice surprisingly serious, “give Mason a break.”
Lake gets up, nodding as if his father just scolded him. He even has the fucking innocent look plastered over his face.
Falcon continues with the same serious tone, “He hasn’t been with a woman in… what? Three months?”
Lake’s face begins to turn red from keeping in his laugher as he keeps nodding. “It’s a new record. I can understand why he’s shocked by a kiss.”
I walk up to Lake and slap him upside the head before I make my way to Falcon, but the fucker darts back into his room and slams the door shut.
Behind me, Lake begins to whistle the fucking tune again, and as I turn around to him, he runs for his room. A second later, the door slams shut behind his ass.
“That’s it. I’m getting my own place,” I yell and walking over to my pillow, I pick it up.
“You love me too much,” Lake yells from behind the safety of his door.
“You can’t live without us,” Falcon joins in.
“Fuckers,” I grumble with a wide smile on my face.
But they’re both right. I love them, and I can’t live without them.
Classes have started again and sitting in the restaurant, I watch Lake gorge down a bigass lobster.
“You know Lobsters are arthropods, right?”
Lake swallows the bite he took, and cracking the lobster’s shell open, says, “Don’t care.”
Pulling up an image of arthropods on my phone, I hold it up to Lake while pointing at the screen. “Lobster equals this shit.”
Lake’s eyes dart up, and when he focuses on the picture, he drops the tail. “Aww… fuck. You just killed lobster for me.”
I grin at him. “Revenge for last night.” Having succeeded in my mission, I get up and walk away while whistling the wedding march that’s been stuck in my fucking head all morning.
“Who’s getting married?” Serena asks while she gathers her books and gets up from a nearby table.
Not being able to resist the opportunity, I taunt her, “Not you, that’s for sure.”
West comes to stand behind Serena and fuck, it actually turns my stomach seeing the two leeches together.
“You know who else isn’t getting married?” West asks.
Don’t fucking go there.
Our eyes lock and the hatred I feel for the fucker rushes through my body. I close my hands into tight fists at my sides, so I don’t fucking kill him right here.
West walks closer, stupidly putting himself between me and the exit. He begins to grin, and the students must feel the tension because they clear the area around us.
The fucker must have a thing for pain. He’s much shorter than me and has never won a fight between us, yet the idiot keeps coming back.
“Just leave, West,” Lake says as he comes to stand next to me.
“Why?” West gives Lake a smug look which has me narrowing my eyes. When the fucker takes a step closer to Lake and then dares to shove his finger at Lake’s chest, rage explodes behind my eyes.
“You’re no –” He doesn’t get to finish the sentence as I grab hold of his shirt and yank him away from Lake, and out of the restaurant. The second we’re outside, my fist connects with his jaw. I feel the hedonistic satisfaction, I can only get from beating the life out of this piece of shit, begin to course through my veins.
“Don’t ever fucking touch Lake,” I growl as I repeatedly slam my fist into his face.
I pull my arm back, but then West chuckles while he brings a hand to his nose. Wiping his fingers through the blood, he chuckles again, but the sound is hollow and bleak.
“There must’ve been a lot of blood when the branch skewered your arm to her.” A guilt-ridden expression flashes over his face before it’s replaced by the usual look of smugness.