Buried Wishes ✔

Chapter 1: Operation D!ckbag's Heartbreak

Note:

This story will at times have a sh!t ton of cursing and will ABSOLUTELY have detailed sex scenes. Hot, heavy, dirty, and maybe a little rough. Sensitive readers, please reconsider.

~ Evelyn ~

"Should I do it?" Harper asked me as her brown eyes darted from mine to the guys sitting across the room. There was a smirk on her lips, but it was too sly to ignore.

She ran the tip of her finger on the brim of her open Snapple bottle as she continued to stare. Swiftly, she picked it up off the table and took a swig. Her lips don't reach all the way around the opening of the bottle so some of that kiwi strawberry ended up as a sheer mustache dripping from her upper lip. With the back of her arm, she wiped it away quickly before meeting my eyes again.

"No!" I sighed with frustration. "Harper, it was just a stupid joke and we are way too mature to be going through with a plan we made up in high school!"

With a clear plastic fork in my hand, I poke at the half eaten bowl of chinese food, consisting of some dry ass fried rice and even drier bbq pork. I had to soak the thing with teriyaki sauce to make it semi-edible. College food. Expensive and only tolerable.

I've only been able to survive here this long due to my early morning shifts at the bookstore, and thankfully, it worked for my class schedule. It still sucked driving to school at seven in the morning just to make it on time, with all the traffic, parking, and walking across the giant campus. I'm really starting to hate this quarterly parking permit. I can only park in one parking lot in the mornings.

Her expression grew serious as she tilted her head and lowered her lids at me as if to say, who are you kidding?

"Evelyn, you and I both know it was not just a stupid joke. It ruined you and probably was a reason why you were so shy after you moved to a new school, where you met me senior year. Wait, should I be thanking him?" She placed a finger on her puckered lips as she looked up to the side, as if deep in thought. "Nah, I'm still sure he ruined you."

"No, he didn't, Harper. Let's just... not hang out on this side of school again," I told her, turning around to take a good look at them.

They've always looked like brothers, and their close friendship only convinced me further. Liam sported a shorter haircut, almost hiding the careless curls I used to love so much. Relaxing in a deep blue V-neck and a dark pair of jeans, he laughed with Mason, who was thinner in shape, but manly nonetheless. Mason was wearing a dark red Henley with his sleeves bunched up to his elbows. If I wasn't so caught up in my stare at Liam, I would swoon heavily for him.

Ducking my head, I turned to face the other way when I saw Liam and Mason almost look in my direction.

I didn't know they went to this university, but now that I know they are, I'm taking the idea of transferring out under serious consideration. All first quarter, I had a peaceful ten weeks of zero drama, besides the various stories Harper overheard from her classes. This quarter, most of my classes happened to be on an unfamiliar side of the university and now, I have to see those guys here. I wish I could get a refund for my overly expensive parking permit, but nope. I'm stuck.