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  “Sure.” Fallon yawns. “And a nunnery camp in summer.”

  “Come on,” I shrug off my backpack and sit crossed legged on the carpet. “Let’s play, a ‘getting to know each’ other game.”

  Fallon raises her pierced brow. “Only because I kind of like you,” she points her finger. “Don’t breathe a word to no one. You hear me?”

  I grin and pretend to zip up my mouth.

  Chapter 3

  My first morning at classes went well, and even better—Axel is in every single one of them. Fallon, not so much. She’s taking biology, probably because she takes pleasure out of decapitating a rat or some shit. Did I just say shit? Shit.

  We’re at the cafeteria. And by we, I mean me, Axel and Fallon. I’m eating pizza as I watch Axel and Fallon argue over who gets more elbow space. Why did they even sit together?

  “Seriously guys,” they both look up at me. “Do you two need to swap seats? I mean, there are six chairs at this table, but if you really need to move because of your childishness…” I grin.

  “I’ll swap.” Fallon offers. “I just wish you didn’t pick a table so close to the fucking Rouge table.”

  Fallon has already explained; the Rouge table is a where all the hottest guys congregate. So far there are three already sitting there.

  As I get up to switch seats, I see a guy strolling into the cafeteria. All girl’s heads turn when he walks in. I know the room doesn’t go quiet, but as I stare, it seems that way. I watch him dip to kiss to a pretty redhead, then he smacks her ass before she walks away. He looks pleased with himself as he pulls out a chair at the ‘Rouge’ table. His friends make feral noises and high fives him like he’s a celeb or something. They are so loud I can hear their conversation.

  “Hunter, where’d you send her?” The guy with an impressive man bun, tattoos down his neck and arms, slaps him on the shoulder, presumably referring to the redhead.

  “Told her to meet me outside in ten. No kissing. No funny business. Just straight up fucking.”

  I drop my eyes down to the floor, grossed out by the animalist way they are talking about that girl. Then I’m tugged on my wrist.

  “Uh, Lou, we switched seats five minutes ago, and you’re still standing up.” I glance down at Fallon, and she leans back to see passed me and laughs. “Oh shit. Lady Mary isn’t so immune to men after all.” She points with a celery stick. “Forget those guys, though. They are fuckin’ manwhores. Worse than manwhores.”

  “What can be worse than a manwhore?” Axel pipes up.

  “A little squirt like you, that’s what.” Fallon throws a piece of celery at him.

  Axel throws it back. “Fuck you, Fallon.”

  “Never in your wildest dreams.” She sings.

  Axel gags. “You will never be in my dreams. I can assure you.”

  “Not even wet ones? I bet I’m in those." she winks. "I bet your stepmom is too.”

  “Disgusting.” Axel gets up. “Lou, I’ll see you at class.”

  “Bye, bye.” Fallon teases as he leaves.

  I look at her with a raised brow and shake my head.

  “What?” she smirks.

  When Axel is gone, I happen to peer up and the boy who turned all girl’s heads–is staring at me. He smiles and glances down when he catches me looking. I smile to myself and bite the side of my lip, bowing my head into my lap. I know my face is red, like a beetroot, and that’s embarrassing.

  “Oh, my God, Lou stop. You’re like a hormonal teenager who doesn’t know what to do with those hormones.”

  I grimace. “What does that even mean?”

  “I don’t know.” She sniffs. “Just made it up.”

  I laugh, take another bite of my Pizza and change the subject.“This is good.”

  Fallon studies me. “I thought you would have chosen the vegan option, but hey” she shrugs. “What do I know?”

  I wipe my mouth with a paper napkin. “Ha, my aunt is vegan, her names Gerty, if she saw me eating pepperoni pizza, she’d be furious.”

  “I’d be furious with a name like Gerty.” Fallon deadpans.

  I chuckle and glance over to the Rouge table again. He’s watching me! I see navy blue eyes. He has navy blue eyes! Then he grins and turns away. My head dips, and I release a breath. I feel a mega wave of emotions gliding through my veins. Oh, dear God, I have damp panties. Wait, what?

  “Oh shit.” Fallon snorts, grabbing hold of my hand.

  “What?” I gasp, full-on panicking.

  “You have a crush on the Double H.”

  “The double who?” I ask confused.

  “Hunter Holland” She nudges her head to the direction of his table, and I gulp.

  “Hunter? That’s his name?”

  She bangs her fist on the table. “Ha. You like him!”

  My body stiffens, defensive. “I didn’t say that.”

  “You don’t have to.” She teases. “Your fuck-me-eyes say it all.”

  “Do they?” I frown, wondering whether my eyes are a better talker than I am.

  Fallon nods. “I shit you not.” Then she sighs. “He has a girlfriend, though.”

  I hesitate. “Uh, that’s good.” That’s good? What kind of answer is that!

  Fallon digs around in her black bag that is covered in skulls, finds her phone and quickly flicks through. “Check it out.” She turns her phone so I can look at the screen. It’s a Facebook picture, with Hunter and a beautiful brunette. In my head, I poke my tongue out at the picture, but that’s not me.

  So, I say something like, “They make a great couple.”

  “Yawn,” Fallon says out loud. “Did you notice that girl’s ass he just slapped, isn’t his girlfriend?”

  I glance back over to Hunter again, and something suddenly hits me. “I’ve seen his ass.” I blurt out. My admission totally coming out wrong.

  Fallon splutters on her orange juice. “What did you just say?”

  I flap away her shock with my hand. “I mean, I had to rescue my sister from a house party, and I saw Hunter,” I lean over to whisper the next part. “Having a threesome with two girls.” I know it’s him.

  Fallon stands and takes our trays in her hands. “Come on, Missy, I don’t want you fantasizing about Hunter a second longer. He's bad news.”

  We walk back to our dorm. I make myself comfortable at my desk and take out my textbooks. Studying is on the cards. Well, I would say peaceful revising, but Fallon blasts head pounding music from her system.

  “Fallon,” I yell over the music. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

  She holds up her hands and turns the music down. “Sorry, I’m just psyching myself up for my date.”

  I pick up my pencil and point with it. “You have a date?”

  She applies black lipstick. “I always have a date. This vagina is one hungry mother fucker.”

  I turn away from her grossed out, and begin to read my notes.

  Fallon leaves, I wish her luck, and get comfortable on my bed, thinking I have peace for the night. However, ten minutes later, the door opens, and Fallon walks in with a huge grin splashed across her face.

  “You were only gone ten minutes.” I gawp.

  She looks pleased with herself as she falls onto her bed. “An exciting ten minutes is better than a boring hour.”

  Another knock on the door interrupts my research, I sigh and call the knocker in. It’s Axel, holding a DVD in one hand and a bag of candy in the other.

  “Thought we’d catch a movie?” He glances over towards Fallon. “I thought you were going on a date?”

  She smirks, fully satisfied she’s burst his bubble. “I did, now I’m back, ready and waiting to piss all over your night.”

  Axel groans and flops down into a chair. “God, Fallon, you suck.”

  “And you probably swallow.” She snipes.

  “I was actually going to study,” I say, but Axel’s smile fades and I feel bad. I close my textbook and drop my pencil. “But I suppose I can leave it for one night.
”

  “Me too,” Fallon grins. “Not like I study, anyway.”

  Axel glares at her. “You’re going to be nothing but a failure, Fallon.”

  “Oh,” she smirks. “Just like your dad’s condom?”

  “You are the grossest girl I have ever met. No. I can’t even call you a girl, you look manlier that I do.”

  “That’s right.” Fallon laughs. “I probably get more pussy than you too.”

  “God,” I cover my ears. “I hate that word.”

  “Oh sorry,” Fallon continues with her sarcastic attitude. “I forgot Lady Mary was present. Forgive me oh sweet lord, forth I have sinned art though…” She pauses, I glare at her, and she shrugs. “I was going for some Shakespeare shit but fucked it up. Anyway,” she pulls the DVD out of Axel’s hands. He tries to swipe it back, but Fallon is too quick. “What film is this, My Little Pony?”

  Axel crosses his arms, “No actually, it’s called My Friend’s Roommate is a cun…”

  “Woah - Woah - Woah.” I push myself between them, trying to call a truce. “Lets’ just put the movie on.”

  Chapter 4

  Hunter

  “It’s not me, it’s you Savannah.” Shit… did that come out wrong? Nope. Fuck it. Her bottom lip trembles. I roll my eyes, and the waterworks begin.

  I do a countdown. “3,2,1.”

  “Ahhhhhwaaaa,”

  Ah, there it is, the wails, the sob, the tears and the snotty nose. Happy fucking Friday, Hunter.

  “Come on, Sav.” I try to put my arm around her. To at least soften the blow but she shoves me away.

  “You’re an asshole, Hunter. You used me.”

  I cock my head and pout. “Hmm, I never used you . . . per say.”

  “We’ve been together for two months, Hunter!”

  “Two whole months?” I pretend to act shocked. “We were this close," I pinch my thumb and finger, "to getting married.” I snap my fingers. “Damn it.”

  My bedroom door swings open, and Jaxon pokes his head around. “H, your dad is on the phone, sounds pretty urgent.”

  My dad hasn’t called me. It’s one of our strategies. I turn and put on my best acting skills. “God, Jax, will you at least give us a second. I mean, we’re having a moment here.” I turn to Savannah who is blubbering. “Aren’t we?”

  “Moment this,” She’s about to kick me in the balls, so I move back faster than a fucking cheetah and protect my manhood with my hands.

  “Not the goods, Sav, anywhere but the goods.” She slaps my face instead, not ideal, but it’ll do. I cup where she slapped me, and I see Jaxon standing in the doorway, crossed arms, watching the show with a grin on his face. “Why don’t you go get some fucking popcorn.” I laugh. He laughs. And we both get a slap.

  “Assholes.” Savannah pushes past. We watch her walk away and out of the front door.

  I sigh. “Great ass.”

  “Shame.” Jaxon sighs.

  “Na.” I flap my hand. “She’ll get over it.” I walk over to the refrigerator, grab a beer, and jump onto the sofa.

  “Breaking girl’s hearts again, Hunt?” I glance over at Dexter, and he’s watching me with his glasses halfway down his nose like he’s my father or some shit. He even shakes his head like he’s ashamed of me.

  “Dex, really quick, stop acting like my Grandpa and start acting like a douche.”

  Dexter glares at me. “You know how I feel about the way you guys treat women, it's wrong. On all levels of the word.”

  I walk over to Dexter and stroke his cheek playfully. “God Dex, you’re so smart, and funny, and beautiful.”

  “Fuck you.” Dexter bats my hands away from his cheek, and I join in with Jaxon’s laughter.

  “You can’t have a name like Dexter without a serious pair of glasses. And dumbass wit.” Jaxon adds.

  Dexter takes off his glasses and glares at us. “Remind me why I’m friends with you guys again?”

  “Because you’re my little brother.” Jaxon winks, “And I like having you around. Hunter?” he shrugs. “I’m not so sure why you’re friends with him.”

  “Dick head.” I throw my beer cap at Jaxon, take a swig of my beer then tip it towards Dexter. “I would have said because hanging with us gets you the P, but you deny it like a chicken shit. Buckawk.” Dexter is venting, but I never know when to cut it out. “Come on Dex, it’s not that hard. A little lube and you’re in. Boom.”

  Jaxon smacks my ball cap from my head. “He’s waiting for the ‘one—get off his ass.”

  “Woah.” I hold my hands up. “I am nowhere near that dude’s ass.”

  “What about Savannah’s?” Jaxon cocks his brow.

  I tilt my head back and laugh, “Now that took a lot of lube.”

  Dexter angrily stands from his desk and takes hold of his laptop. “Animals.” He spits, before heading out of the door, and presumably back to his dorm. Dexter is Jaxon’s little brother. He’s a freshman, a good kid and good looking as fuck. He’s the only kid I know that can wear glasses like he owns them. All the girls will be hovering around the good-looking geek-kid this semester. I say, good luck to him. Dexter and girls can only be described as a disaster. He just doesn’t know what to do with them.

  I share an apartment with Jaxon and Ashby, who are my fellow juniors, just outside campus. They’re both cool as shit. We share the same interests in music, girls, tattoos, but Jaxon’s man bun? That’s where my shit draws the line. Fucking man bun. Whoever invited that hairstyle needs a good word with himself. In a dark room. Alone.

  “So, I saw you eyeing up fresh meat the other day, Hunt.” Jaxon grabs his own beer and switches on the TV. Fresh meat, — there have been so many. I normally don’t go for freshmen, but a couple of days ago, this one caught my eye in the cafeteria. Trust Big Bollocks to notice.

  “Yeah,” I scratch the stubble across my jaw. “Pretty little thing that Blondie.” She was more than a pretty-little thing. Long blonde hair, angelic face, big blue eyes. Damn, she was a hot little thing in her jeans, Converse and baggy T-shirt. Shit, did I take that much notice?

  “You ready to make your move?” he laughs.

  “Jax, I’ve been ready for girls from the moment I stepped out of my mom’s womb.”

  “Dude,” Jaxon laughs. “Your humor is fucked up.” He fists pumps me because this motherfucker is the same. “I saw her, though; she seems a little too sweet for the likes of the H.”

  I laugh, aim to throw my empty beer bottle into the bin from where I’m sitting and curse because I miss. “I’ll just have to tone it down.”

  “You?” he scoffs. “Tone it down? Yeah right.”

  Chapter 5

  Hunter

  Five days later…

  I lie back on my bed, butt naked, hand behind my head while I watch Mya strip for me. I have a sex song playing in the background, definite music to fuck to. Mya chose Kelly Roland - Motivation. Yeah, a cool sex song, not something cheesy like Barry fucking White. Paisley chose Barry for us last night. I burst out laughing at my thought, and Mya frowns, just as she’s about to unclasp her bra for me.

  “Don’t stop,” I command, and she does as she’s told. Unclasping her bra, she lets it drop to the floor. She smirks, all wide and pleased because I’m staring at her tits. I don’t gasp, though, neither does my dick get harder than it already is. Her tits are small, pert but nothing special. No different to any other tits I’ve had in my mouth or slid my dick between. Fuck, Mya’s are so small I don’t think they could sandwich my nob. Her body is nice though, toned and tan, but too skinny–the fuck am I supposed to hold on to?

  She’s waiting for me to comment on her body, her tits, her waxed to fuck pussy, but I don’t. I nudge my head towards my desk. “Condoms are in the top drawer.”

  Briefly, a flash of hurt fills her eyes, but just like the others, she walks towards the drawer and pulls one out. “Extra-large for a big boy?” she grins.

  “Are you going to slide it on my cock or what, baby?”

 
Her eyes dart to where I start stroking my dick. “So, romantic.”

  “This isn’t meant to be romantic. A fuck is a fuck, Mya. Nothing candle lit about it.”

  I know Mya, I know how many guys she’s fucked. I know how long she’s been waiting to have me, and from what I heard, she fucks hard. Nasty. Dirty. Filthy. Right now, that’s all I want. It’s not all she wants, though, I can tell. Fuck me, if I had a dime for every time a girl told me they wanted more these past two weeks I’d be the next Hugh Hefner. Just not as old. Or wrinkly.

  “Tell me how you want to play this Mya? Dirty? Rough?”

  She puts the condom on the nightstand and starts to climb on top of me. “Both those things.”

  I smile. “Does that pussy of yours want this? Or not?” I stroke my cock. “Because I heard you’re one hell of a filthy fuck, and I’m not seeing that right now.”

  She quickly shakes off any thoughts she’s having and gets back into the groove. “Hmm, my pussy does want your big, thick cock, Hunter.”

  I take her wrists and flip her over so she’s lying on her back, and I’m the one on top now. Hmm. This is more like it. I stroke my dick, make her watch. “Does your pussy want this?”

  “Yes.” She moans as my hand slips between her open legs. Christ, she’s wet. I push two fingers in with ease, and she moans. I push another two in, then glance down at her. I don’t look into her eyes because that’s too intimate and this is not meant to be intimate.

  “Finger fuck me, Hunter. Hard.”

  I push in hard and go for it–my fingers slip in and out of her hole faster than when I jerk myself off. The squelching noise as she comes all over my hand should turn me on. But all I can think about is how much it sounds like I’m whisking a fucking egg. Where the fuck is my mind at today? It clearly isn’t on this girl. No, not this girl, another girl. Louisa, The Freshman.

  “Hmm,” I begin to moan and only because Louisa has entered my mind. I mentally scoff, she hasn’t left it since I asked around for her name.

  “Suck my cock.” I grab hold of Mya’s hair and pull her towards my dick. She willingly obliges and takes my cock straight down her throat. My head falls back. “Oh, Jesus.” I’m thinking of Louisa’s pink lips wrapped around my dick. Her tongue licks around the head before she takes me into her pretty little mouth. I thrust deeper, hard, making Mya gag on my dick as it hits the back of her throat. Fuck she’s good. But that may only be because I’m imaging the hot little thing that I’ve been watching all week. Waiting to make my move. The thought of Louisa deep throating me makes me lose my load. “Ah, fuck.” I moan, holding Mya’s hair tightly to make sure she doesn’t move. She takes it all like a fucking trooper, moaning as she gulps down my come, enjoying every drop of it.