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shirt, not worrying about what my hair looks like.
    A moment later, my deodorant and cologne are on and I’m ready to present the house to these new possible roommates. I hit the send key and hustle down the hall towards the front of the house. The phone rings and rings and rings while my feet hit the marble flooring of the kitchen.
    “What the fuck were you doing? I called three times!” Chance’s voice is hushed as he finally picks up his phone. He’s probably in the library tutoring, automatically leading my mind to thoughts of Gia. The way she pushes her hair behind her ear and taps her pencil against the table when she is studying. I must have stayed quiet far longer than usual because an impatient huff filters into the phone, alerting me to speak up.
    “Oh sorry, Dad! I didn’t realize I was to report to you on everything. In case you need a play by play, I was beating it off in the shower.” My teeth ground together with each word. For some unforeseen reason I was pissed, no I was livid, ready to rip him apart and for what reasoning?
    Gia. That’s what my heart said while my mind had thoughts of their own, so I went with my mind, not ready to acknowledge my heart. I’m no good for her anyways.
    “Well, dickhead I called to let you know the roommates are running late. They were having an issue with their fall schedules. I just thought I would call and give you a heads up. Obviously, that wasn’t needed as you’re easily getting it up.” He attempted a joke, but it was weak and I was too angry to laugh.
    “Ha-ha-ha. Funny,” I mocked arrogantly.
    “God, you need to get laid. You have been acting like this since−” I wasn’t about to let him finish his thought. No fucking way. Instead I interrupted, cutting him off before he could get another word out.
    “Whatever. Thanks for the heads up, asshole.” I hit the end key on my cell as I stared at the counter in the kitchen for a moment. I needed to breathe, to cool down. I had no real reasoning to be this worked up.
    “Breathe,” I told myself forcing some deep breaths into my lungs. I felt like a pussy, like a girl on the verge of a panic attack.
    Bracing myself against the counter on my forearms, I stood for a long moment contemplating how I was going to move forward with all the shit emotions that were swirling around deep inside my head.
    What if you…
    NO! I almost screamed out loud. I felt like I was being eaten alive, like the love bug had finally come and bit me right in the fucking ass. There was no going to Gia, there was no dragging my ass to her and pleading for a date.
    I refused.
    But I wanted her.
    I craved her.
    Her lips. Her hair. Her vanilla fucking scent and those chocolate eyes. My cock was getting hard at the very image of her in my mind. The way her back arched as she reached her orgasm. Fuck, this girl was doing things to me. To my mind, to my body, and to my heart.
    The sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house as it bounced off the walls. I clenched my fists tightly, forcing in fresh oxygen then headed straight towards the front door.
    I needed to move on. I needed to push past whatever fucked up obsession I had with her. With my hand resting on the door handle briefly, I rolled my shoulders and opened the heavy wooden door, not realizing just how much my life was about to change. Just how fucking hard it truly would be to move on from Gia motherfucking King.
     

Sweat covered my hands and my heart all but beat right out of my chest. I knew this house, this whole neighborhood. I knew that the second the door before me opened that everything would change.
    I should’ve ran. I should’ve confessed my sins to Taylor. Now there was nothing that I could do. Now I would have to pretend as if I didn’t know him. As if I didn’t care about him at all, when all I could think about was him.
    He’s all I’ve thought about since I first seen him all those months ago , I thought to myself as I wrung my hands together