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of her
groovy roommates existing in their kitchen, she turned to deliver a pitying
smile.
    “Do you want to stay for dinner? Gonzo's making
eggplant...something.” I caught the whiff of something sweet at the same time
that I read the subtext in my sister's eyes. I was nobody's pity date. Ramen
with Anya for the third night in a row would do fine for me, at least until the
day I could finally escape that house.
    “I'm good, babe,” I said, standing on tiptoe to kiss my
sister on her rough cheek. Carson closed her eyes at the contact.
    “Don't think I've forgotten that someone's got a big
birthday coming up soon!” she hollered to my retreating back. I pretended to
hunch with shame inside my needless black hoodie, and heard Carson laugh as her
screen door slammed. If anything, the sounds of her beautiful home seemed to
grow louder as soon as they were closed to me. I pictured her roommates
dancing, ashing their cigarettes along the linoleum, playing games, making
crafts. Carson had told me—many times before—that being an adult was in fact no
picnic. But she sure had a way of making it look fun. A lot more fun, at least,
than the miserable purgatory of one's junior year of high school, in a brand new
town.
    I picked my way through the city streets, following a Google
Map until I reached the one part of the city I'd come to recognize as mine.
Even though I'd been visiting Carson in Austin on short trips as soon as I was
old enough to ride a bus alone (eleven, in my mother's estimate), this town had
yet to feel like a cozy place to me. Besides, our mother couldn't be left alone
for too long. All my life, I'd had to focus most of my energy on knowing where
she was. And if she was feeding herself, and working, and going to the
bathroom, etc.
    As I walked the few blocks to our condo in Coppertree, more
party sounds seemed to peek out from behind fences. Whole worlds, each of them
locked to the outsider. It made me mad. It all made me mad. I was a
tough fucking cookie, and Mr. Mystery was just some cagey college jock who
couldn't handle an edge...why was I still giving him real estate in my brain?
What had I even been doing, following him to that gas station in the middle of
the night? So what to his brown eyes and rugged hands, that freaky speech.
Though it could still make me wet, just hearing the words in my head: I will
suck you dry...
    I wasn't about to admit that I was lonely. But then, there
was no one to admit this to.

 
    Chapter Five

    Landon
    June 2 nd
     
    “Yes!” she cried, caramel skin and curves twisting up my
sheets. The previous requests to keep it down had been useless. At this rate,
Yvette was sure to wake Coach Wells, but all that mattered to me in the moment
was that this evening's lady love ride the wave until it crashed on the beach.
I slammed against her shapely thighs harder, watching my cock plunge in and out
of the beautiful girl. Yvette grinned at me coquettishly, over one perfectly
freckled shoulder. She winked, and I squeezed my eyes tight.
    We were bunked up two to a cabin at training camp, and
across the room, Denny snored through our fucking, unfazed. I tried to
concentrate again on the task at hand. Beautiful Yvette. She was the waitress
at Dee's, the diner that had quickly become a team favorite after five days of
training camp. Dee served burgers as big as my hand, and wouldn't judge a
football player for requesting a PBR before noon on a break day. With the
schedule Coach had us on, all of us were eating thousands of calories for bulk
anyways—so we were bound to spend a lot of time at the trough. Two guys had
already passed out, doing wind-sprints during the morning work-out.
    Denny had drawn my attention to Yvette, after
not-so-patiently indulging yet another one of my Zora spiels. The girl had been
blowing up my phone since we landed, demanding second and third opinions on
fabric and song selection despite the fact that I very clearly didn't give a
rat's ass about a sixteen year