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hard shove brings my wandering attention back, and I turn to glare at Emmett. “What the fuck, butt nugget?”
“You’re lucky it’s the first day dick whistle. Class is over,” he tells me, pointing to the front where the professor is packing his things. Crap. I just spaced for an entire two-hour class. Something I can’t afford to do in a class like this. I’m going to have a hard enough time concentrating on a subject I couldn’t care less about.
We follow the rest of the throng out into the hallway and head for our next classes. We won’t share this one with me in International Finance and him in Business Ethics, but at least the good news is this will be my last class of the day. Hooray for short days, and thank God it’s my last semester. We part with a fist bump at his class, and I head up the stairs to my own, seeing my stupid brother walking towards me with a forlorn expression on his face.
“Hey nut licker,” I greet him, before punching him in the shoulder when he doesn’t acknowledge me.
Max looks up, surprised to see me. “Oh, hey,” he says distractedly. What the hell?
“Are you even awake? Need a coffee? Or a blowjob? Oh, wait … you got that yesterday, right? Hell, I hope you got a blowjob out of that deal. If not, we really need to discuss how to get more than a two minute bang session.” I expect him to tell me to screw myself, but he just nods. “Dude, dafuq is your deal this morning?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose like he feels a headache coming on. “Kat’s not answering my texts or any of the hundred phone calls I’ve made. I don’t get it. She’s never been pissed at me this long, not even last year when I went apeshit on her.”
“Please,” I beg him, “tell me you aren’t spazzing out over a chick who doesn’t even let you pet her.” Well, actually she would if he gave even the slightest indication he’s be into it. He still doesn’t relax and I groan, cuffing him around the back of his neck and pulling him with me back in the direction he came from. “C’mon, Max, chill the fuck out. Kitty Kat will get over her hissy fit.” I want to pat myself on the back for the amount of pussy references I just made in one conversation. It’s a talent.
Max jerks out of my grip and whips around to glare at me. “Dammit Clay, is sex all you think about?”
I think for a second, looking up at the ceiling, before telling him, “No, it’s not all … maybe ninety or ninety-five percent at the most.” I grin at him, and he huffs out an annoyed breath before spinning around and walking away from me, shaking his head. “Oh come on, shit sack.” He raises his middle finger in the air, but that’s the only acknowledgment I get. I can’t get any respect. Tearing my eyes away from where my brother is being swallowed by the crowd, I make a mad dash to class before I’m late. I’ve heard this professor will single you out, and I don’t need to get on anyone’s bad side.
My phone vibrates incessantly during the lecture, and with as much of a hard ass as the professor is, I don’t dare chance taking a look to see who is blowing up my texts. As soon as he’s finished, I pull my phone out of my pocket and scroll through all the texts. They’re all from one person: Marcus. He’s still trying to get me to come talk to him about fighting, but I’ve ignored every text and sent both calls to voicemail. He’s getting more persistent, and I can’t help but wonder why.
When I get back to the apartment, the bulky figure leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, an orange glow coming from the cigarette held loosely between his lips, has e cursing under my breath. I should have known this would happen. Marcus hates being ignored. I knew he was going to show up sooner or later, but I was hoping for way, way later.
He pushes away from the wall when I walk up to him, eyes narrowed as he walks over to meet me. Crushing the remainder of his cigarette under his
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