Chap. 12

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Adam Watson

"Our parents are on the way?" Terrence asked, peering over my shoulder

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"Our parents are on the way?" Terrence asked, peering over my shoulder.

"My parents are on the way," I corrected, rolling my eyes.

"Ours, yours, same concept."

I tossed my phone down on the bed, informing Terrence that I was going to take a shower.

And wouldn't you know that the door is locked.

"Toby, my man!" Terrence called out. "Never fails."

"Every fucking time, this is ridiculous."

I slammed my hand against the door, letting my suitemate know that I needed in. And then I took a seat in Terrence's chair.

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Who said you could sit there?"

"Fuck off."

He chuckled. "Why so grumpy?" He paused. "Well, more grumpy than usual."

I flipped him my middle finger to which he just laughed.

"The last thing that I want to do today is showcase my parents around Vandy while they ask me a thousand questions and breathe down my neck all day. No thanks."

Terrence was silent for a few moments, and I waited for his lecture about having parents that are willing to come. It always comes after I complain.

"Well maybe they wouldn't be so worried about you if you straightened up."

I slammed him in the face with a pillow. Hard.

"When did you become my dad?" I asked, as Terrence shot me a smile.

He shrugged. "Just telling it like it is."

I picked my glass of orange juice up off of my mini-refrigerator, downing the rest of it.

"Like that," Terrence said, without glancing up from his book. "You do things like that."

"Drink orange juice?" I asked, causing Terrence to roll his eyes.

"If that was the only thing in there then there wouldn't be a problem."

The bathroom door clicked open, and Toby poked his head in. "It's all yours you impatient dick."

I flashed him a thumbs-up and he disappeared.

"You better sober up before your parents get here," Terrence warned. He flipped to the next page of his book. "Otherwise we'll have a shitshow to deal with."

"I'm not drunk."

"Tipsy, buzzed, drunk, whatever. Your dad will see right through you, as he always has."

I stared at Terrence a few moments, confusion flickering through me. "Since when did you become my personal Jiminy Cricket?"

"Since I became your best friend."

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