"Yes, baby! Oh yes. Right there! Oh, Maceo! I'm comi..."

Her body shivers below me before going limp, crashing into the crisp, anthracite sheets, wishing I didn't change them this morning.

They will be reeking of her now.

I roll off the bed to put on my boxers, disposing the condom in the bathroom, flushing it through the toilet. You never know what a desperate woman will do until it's too late.

The faint sound of rustling sheets set me on high alert, moving as fast as possible out of the bathroom.

"Babe, that felt so good." She purred, standing naked in front of me, with her hands on her waist, one hip protruding, blocking me from moving out of the doorway.

I know what she is doing. "Time to go, Megan." That is all I respond, closing the bathroom door in her face and locking it.

I don't know why I keep on being this stupid. She's clingy as hell, and yet, here we are again. I made a pact with myself and it's clear that it ain't working. Wanna know what the pact was? No matter how blue my balls would be, I would never let Megan lure me into the sheets again. Wanna know how long I was able to keep the pact?

A pathetic twenty-two hours!

"Baby, come on! Don't be rude."

"Bye, Megan."

"Maceo!" She whined, banging her fists against the wood.

Christ! Not again, "Go home, Megan!"

Note to self. Next time, her room. It's not likely I'll be able to keep my self-made-up pact anyway.

"Maceo! Open the fucking door. I'm not leaving until we talked. I wanna talk about us. You know we would be good together! Don't deny it!"

I rip the door open, growling, "For fucks sake! We never going to be a thing! Now get out, Megan."

Her eyes are widened, her mouth hanging ajar. I'm not one to lash out that easily, but I'm just plain mad. Yes, at myself. Taking advantage of her shock I trusted the door back into her face.

She's stomping her bare feet on the hardwood floor like a kid on a tantrum, screaming like the mad woman she is, "Fuck you, Maceo! You'll never find someone better than me. I'm a twelve! You hear me! A twelve! You're going to regret this! I know you will."

An eerie quietness settles in. I imagine she's putting her clothes back on. However, she never leaves without a bang.

And there it is! A loud clap, followed by shattering glass. Sighing, I lean the palms of my hands and my forehead against the wooden board separating us, wondering what had to suffer her wrath this time. I already had to say goodbye to a lamp, a tablet, multiple beer bottles, and my iPhone.

The vibration of the wood against me from slamming the poor door signifies that she has left. Better rip the bandage off quickly and see the damage.

A painfull pang shoots through me when I see the shattered pieces on the floor. She took it too far this time! Squatting down to pick up the photo of me and my dad, shaking it slightly to let the smallest pieces of glass fall to the floor.

I almost fall backward, while inspecting the memory in my hands on scrapes, when the door flies open, the handle knocking loudly against the wall. "Jesus, are you alright?"

I nod at my hard-breathing, panicked-looking friend. "I'm fine, Hunter."

Strolling to my desk he picks up the trashcan and crouches down opposite of me. "You need to stop fucking her, man! She's crazy. She stormed out all red and fuming. Like a bat out of hell with rabies!"

"I know." Confessing it absentmindedly, without taking my gaze off the photo.

"And yet you seem to forget within twenty-four hours." he deadpans, picking up some of the pieces of the frame and dunking it in the trash.

I don't even answer him, he's right.

"Is she that good? That you are willing to get killed for sex? Omg! She's a fucking black widow! She's gonna come after us all. We are doomed!"

A breathy laugh slips over my lips, lifting my chin to ask, "Have you been watching National geographic again?"

"Dude." He breathes out defeated, "Neela slept over and forced me. Those animals scarred me for life. They're brutal."

"You're so whipped." I snicker, punching him playfully on the shoulder before raising both to our full height, and tossing the last pieces of glass into the metal bin.

"I'm not." He pouts, placing the bin back where he has found it.

Walking over to my bedside table, I position the photo against the foot of the lamp. "You got to stand your ground and say no before she barges all over you."

"Yeah right." He snickered, "and risk a week of masturbating under the shower. No Thanks. We'll see how you handle things with your girl when you find one."

"Never going to happen. I will never let a woman tell me what I can or cannot do." I say smugly, lying down on my bed with my hands folded behind my head.

"Right." He laughed. "Because you're totally in control of Megan."

"Just show yourself out, Hunter," I grunt, throwing a pillow at him.

"Now, now. No need to get violent with me." He jokes while walking backward, holding his hands up in mock surrender and a smug smile plastered on his face.

I sigh and murmur, "You're an ass." flipping him the bird in the process.

Putting his hand over his heart, he gasps. "Bad words hurt, my love!" Throwing his puppy-dog pathetic gaze in the mix as well.

Totally unfazed, I mock him, "I'm so sorry I hurt your pussy ass feelings, my Honey-bunny."

Pushing himself on the tip of his toes, he folds his hands into a heart shape above his head, and twirls around, gushing in a girly voice, "See, you lo, lo, lo, love me!"

Amused, I shake my head at him. He's right, though.

"So now you're Hunny-bunny would like to know if, you," placing one hand on his hip and pointing his finger at me. "will join me for an appetizing meal at our fab diner?"

"God, your weird!" I chuckle," Yeah, I'll be down in fifteen."

He pushes away from the door frame, blows me a hand kiss, and sings "See ya, my Lovey-dovey." closing the door behind him.

I can't stand the smell on my sheets, so after a quick shower, I take them off, and put them in the hamper. Letting the pillows and mattress bare to be sure no perfume is lingering in them reminding me of my mistake. Pretty sure I'm going to regret it later when all I wanna do is jump into bed and sleep. 

The first thing I hear is swearing, taking the stairs down to the living area.

"You fucker! Shit...  Fuck!"

"Dickhead! You got me killed."

Walking in on my friends, I see what I expected. They are spread out in front of the tv playing, Final fantasy.

"Finally! I'm starving!"

"Great, you're here too now," I grunt with a fake smile toward my little sister who apparently feels free to invade my group of friends.

I love her to death, yet I was kinda happy when I was able to move into this frathouse and away from the tiring days at my childhood home.

Malia and I have been friends with Hunter and Neela since kindergarten. We were separate friends, defending my little sis and Neela when necessary, but we never hang out as a foursome. Because, well, to be honest, she's a lot to handle.

Until this dumbass, called Hunter decided that it was a good idea to fall in love with my sister's best friend. And guess what, she seemed to be head over heels for him for years as well. So now, we are back to the old days.

Now Neela and Malia have moved into their dorm, they come like a package. Wherever Neela goes, Malia will go, and that's one-hundred percent going to be here. Because, you guessed it, that's where Hunter is.

"Yep." popping the p, she shows me her devilish grin and taps the tip of my nose. "You'll have to put up with me for the next two years."

Slapping her hand away, I grumble sarcastically, "Ain't that bloody fantastic."

She shrugs uninterested and skips back towards the guys, making them shout at her that she's fucking up their game when she plops herself on the couch, sprawled out over their laps.

Hunter gives me an apologetic look, for one second, then latches onto Neela, sucking the life out of her.

Great. Just fucking, fantastic, fabulously great.

High school drama all over again.

I take a deep breath and rub my hands over my face to decrease the irritation I'm feeling. It has been a shitty day so far and Malia is right about one thing. I'm also fucking starving.

My laugh bounces off the walls when she gets thrown off the couch by Levi and Joao, falling face-first into the soft rug, earning me a glare through her ruffled hair.

I'm glad I warned them about my sister being an energy bunny. I'm also glad I warned them that she's off-limits. I'm not oblivious to the looks of my sister. She's beautiful like our mother, having her Italiën genes and feistiness. She's not an easy leg spreader, but my friends like a challenge, especially Roscoe since he broke up with his ex.

Where is the fuck boy anyway? I make my way back to the staircase and, yell. "Ey, Pierce! You're coming or what?"

"He's not here," Levi informs me, throwing his football jacket over his shoulder." He's having dinner with the youngest Pierce brother. No idea why his brother couldn't just join our group. He was pretty vague about it." He shrugs and grabs his snapback of the coat rack, placing it over his rowdy hair.

It's a five-teen-minute walk to the diner, not far, but too close to go with the car. However, I would rather drive than walk. Not because I'm lazy. Heck no, I'm as fit as I can be. I just despise the attention we football jocks draw and now I'm truly hating my decision to not grab my snapback from my room.  It's like a shield when you put it low enough to make the girls unable to create eye contact with you. 

And apparently, girls work the same as guys. When you are a bit of a mystery because you are not fucking around, only with one, crazy, girl who you refuse to make your girlfriend. You become an even bigger enigma for them.

I glare at the concrete, avoiding the looks. I'm not interested in becoming anyone's challenge. I'm not interested in any of it at all. The only thing that matters to me is my scholarship. My future, our future. I can't fuck that up. Figuratively and certainly not literally.

I try to sit next to the window when we fill up a booth but Hunter beats me to it, pulling Neela with him. The other side is already filled with my sister, Levi, and Joao. I hate the path seat with the waitresses pushing their breasts in your face. The chicks that come up to chat, which you can't ignore being in the path seat, touching your shoulder or bicep, then pushing their breasts in your face when scribbling down a phone number. Ugh...

"Isn't that Roscoe?" Hunter wonders beside us, taking me out of my inner rant.

The three musketeers opposite us almost snap their necks, twisting around to see if it's indeed Roscoe. Not that my sister has a clue who Roscoe is, but she loves to roll in shit that ain't her business.

”Aey, Pierce! You ditching us for some chick!"

I slip forward, slapping the idiot on the back of his head, growling, "Levi! Shut the fuck up!"

"Owh! What was that for?"

I stare him dead in the eye while he rubs the back of his head, trying to put one and one together. He shrugs like it ain't a big deal, and I wonder how he could be such a shithead invading probably Roscoe's first date with this girl. Roscoe never took a girl out after Eva, so she must be pretty special.

I see him tighten his arms around the girl, his back rigid. We must be really bad friends if he felt the need to keep a date to himself. Yet I can't blame the guy after this.

"Robin?" Malia exclaims excitedly.

"Do you know her?" Hunter questions with a slight frown.

"Yeah." She gushes, bobbing her head enthusiastically. "She's my roommate. Neela met her as well. She's such a cute girl. Way too sweet, right Neela?"

I focus back on the couple, already bored with my sister's over-enthusiasm.

He almost seems to have to force her to turn, causing her to stumble slightly. She tilts her head from the checkered floor towards our booth and our eyes lock for a split second.

A split second is all it takes.

I'm screwed.