Which was code for: if I opened them, those people could see me up here.
Right.
I left the curtains where they were.
For a party, the sounds were muted from inside his room. I knew parties could get crazy, but hockey parties were usually on another level. They were up there with fraternity parties.
He closed the door, locking it, and turned on a lamp.
His room was nice.
A huge bed on one side of the room. A couch on the other. He had his own television. Two gamer chairs in front of it. A desk was set up by his bed. Two large closet doors on the other end, and another door.
I frowned. “Is that—”
He shot me a wicked grin, as he walked over and opened it.
I could’ve died right there. The guy had his own bathroom.
“It’s not much. A single shower, toilet, and sink, but it’s mine.”
It was small enough where a person needed to almost sit down on the toilet in order to close the door to get to the shower, but he was right. Privacy was a big deal. And your own bathroom was like prime real estate in college life.
He was glancing at where I’d put my phone.
His eyes flashed, meeting mine, and he raked a hand through his hair. “Seriously. Are you okay?”
My tongue got heavy. My throat swelled up.
He was following the rules, but he wasn’t at the same time, and I swear I heard a crack inside of my chest. A small one, but it was there, and I could only swallow because I didn’t want to deal with what that meant.
I went to him, my body moving on its own because I felt pulled toward him. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
His eyes darkened and lidded as I stepped right up to him. My hand went down to his belt buckle. His hand touched my arm, moving up to my neck and he circled, cupping me there. “Rules still apply?”
Lust coursed through me.
That ache was back, and I loved the tight hold he had on my neck. I let my head fall back, and his hand shifted, catching me. His fingers slid into my hair, taking a good hold on me.
“If that’s okay?”
“That’s more than okay.”
Then his mouth was on mine, and everything was swept away.
6
I knew I couldn’t live life how I was going, but I was going to try. At least for a short while.
My mom wasn’t a bad person. She wasn’t even a bad mom, but she had struggles and sometimes they were more severe than others, but for now, for this one semester, I wanted a break.
I didn’t look at my blocked call notifications the next day. I just cleared them, and she was limited on getting through to me in other ways, like texting or private messages on social media. It’s a shitty experience having to do that to your own mother, and every time I did, a little part of me died.
I wasn’t being a good daughter.
But I wanted one semester. Just one.
I wanted to be a normal college student and worry about college things, like the person she was sleeping with, about the friends she hung out with, the classes she was studying for, and all the other mundane college shit. That girl, someone who was normal. I wanted to be her.
I wanted to get a job. I wanted...to be normal in the way I knew how to be normal.
Maybe it wasn’t for everyone, but maybe I wasn’t for everyone.
I didn’t know what would happen with Cruz, but for now, I was okay with that.
I was more than okay with that.
And all of that was just fine.
For now.
I hope you enjoyed Mara’s short story.
This is a set-up for her and Cruz’s full-length novel which will come out at a later time!
Bring on the college drama!
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The Insiders (trilogy)
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Home Tears
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1
“No way.” I leaned forward and clutched the seat in front of me so I could see through the passenger window. Two large guys sat on either side of me in the back seat of the BMW X5, squishing me in.
My best friend Piper half turned in the front passenger seat, excitement sparkling in her baby blues. “Yes. You’re doing this. You need to confront your fears. Besides, this is the last Halloween before you move to Oregon. You have to go to this party, bitch. We’re doing it.”
“Her fears?” Piper’s boyfriend, Jack, glanced at me in the rearview mirror, one of his eyes ringed in deep purple. “What do you have to be afraid of? It’s just a club.”
He was the local featherweight UFC fighting champion, which wasn’t saying a whole helluva lot because it was a tiny circuit with a bunch of newbies who only came to impress girls. They showed up with big dreams and left with fucked-up faces.