Rule #1 by T.A. Richards Neville

Author:T.A. Richards Neville [Richards Neville, T.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-29T05:00:00+00:00

After the skate event, I head to the Drunken Barrel with a few of my teammates to play a couple rounds of pool. Jen’s invited herself, so I’ve dragged Brooke along for the show. It was no hardship on my part, and she was giving me the impression she wanted to come anyway. The dynamics are shifting, and I’m acting like nothing’s changed and everything’s the same.

We’ve snagged a corner booth across from the pool table, and I throw my arm around Brooke. She’s deep in the middle of an animated debate with Madison over one of her Social Welfare professors. Maddie’s professor, not Brooke’s.

“He’s mediocre,” Madison inputs. “Nowhere near Aric Garth standard.”

“You’re talking about who’s more of a stud, right?” West adds his own contributions. I’m a hundred percent sure he’s never come into contact wither either faculty member. He should have been born a female. He loves to gossip like one. “Who’s Mr. Garth?” West asks Brooke.

“My Modern Arts professor,” Brooke answers. Her legs are crossed at the knee, but her body’s leaning into mine. “And he is not a stud. He’s too aware of himself.”

West’s eyebrow crimps. “So, he’s a dud?”

Jen returns from her fifteen-minute trip to the bathroom, accompanied by a puffy-eyed Rachel Piper. She’s an itchy sac fresh off a ‘breakup’ from Bowers, if you can even call it that.

Bowers, like the degenerate he is, is feeling up another girl at the bar, swiftly moving on from Piper in full view of her. I’d be surprised if he could remember the first letter of her name.

“Those are the only two options? Dud or stud?” Brooke’s disdain creeps across her face and into her voice.

“Did someone say stud?” Kempy muscles an arm between me and Brooke from over the back of our booth, stuffing his hand in the bowl of nachos. “You called, I answered.”

“I’ll be back,” I say to Brooke, removing my arm from around her shoulders. “Gotta hit the can.” I’m only drinking water, but it’s going straight through me.

Brooke shuffles over the seat and stands to let me out.

I take a slash and wash up at the sink, then shoot a text message to Kimberly after I’ve dried my hands. She’d looked at me with crystalized hate in her eyes when I put my foot down on her coming to the Drunken Barrel with us. Brooke hadn’t looked too happy about it either, and I’d reminded Kimberly she was supposed to be in school, not loafing about at Brooke and Maddie’s place. I might have reminded her I could take her ass back home any time, but I don’t feel good about dropping the threat. Hence why I’m in the bathroom attempting to clear the air.

I’m about to tap SEND when the bathroom door swings open.

I glance up, out of instinct, not expecting Jen to be the one strolling in. I send the message and shove my phone into the back pocket of my track pants.

“What’s going on with you, Roman? It feels like you’re avoiding me.

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