When I Grow Up (Tales from Foster High) by John Goode

Author:John Goode [Goode, John]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Dreamspinner Pres
Published: 2015-06-19T04:00:00+00:00

Brad

SUDDENLY I was glad I’d never unpacked all my sports crap from the trunk of my car. It saved me the trouble of packing it back up again when I got all my stuff out of the apartment. I wasn’t sure where I was going, but Kyle had made it pretty clear he didn’t want me there.

Seeing that all my worldly goods fit in my car was embarrassing. The entire sum total of my life in three boxes and some clothes. That was who I was, and even then, the clothes were worth more than me. Thankfully I still had the keys to the gym, so I went in and grabbed a shower in the middle of the night and caught a quick nap in the locker room. I could ask Todd for an advance on my check and hope he didn’t ask me to blow him or something in return.

Was this how guys got into porn?

My phone alarm woke me up around five, which gave me time to change and get a workout in before the gym had to open. I had just started a jog when I heard a knock on the window. I wasn’t surprised to see Colt standing there. Sighing, I unlocked the door and let him in.

“Man, you’re here early,” he said, walking in. “I’m usually waiting for you.”

I didn’t say anything as I locked the door.

“You’re still mad?” he asked, giving me an exaggerated puppy dog look that did nothing but make me want to slap it off him.

“Dude, it’s just been a shitty week.”

“So no love from Kyle yet, huh?” he asked as he set his gym bag down next to mine.

“He left town,” I explained, not wanting to talk with him about it. “I’m gonna get my run in.”

There was silence behind me, and when I glanced, he was holding the balled-up shirt I’d taken off earlier that morning. Fuck! I must have forgotten to zip up my gym bag when I threw my dirty clothes in it.

He looked at me, concerned. “Dude, did you sleep here?”

I grabbed the shirt and shoved it into the bag, zipping it up this time. “You here to work out or to gossip?”

“Man, come on. Just crash on my couch. It has to be better than squatting in a gym. Besides, if Todd finds out, he’ll fire you in a second, dude, especially if you didn’t tell him.”

I hadn’t thought about that.

“It’s no biggie, man, seriously.”

A couch did sound better than another night on that floor or, even worse, in my car.

“’Sides, we’re looking for another barback at the club. You can score a ton of cash there in tips and get back on your feet in no time.”

It was crash on his couch or go back to Texas like a little bitch.

“Okay, man,” I said, smiling a little. “But just for a couple of days until I figure things out.”

“As long as you want, bud,” he said, slapping my back eagerly.

And just like that, I was sleeping on Colt’s couch.

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