chapter fourteen

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The muffled voices and laughs go silent when I walk into the kitchen. 

Olivia and McConnell are sitting at the island eating cereal while James is stirring cinnamon into his oatmeal on the stove. I'm more than a little shocked that McConnell is even awake before noon, but by the look he's giving Olivia, I have an inkling of why. I shoot him a warning glare when I pass by, restraining myself from knocking him in the back of the head. 

Dating your friend's sister is against bro code, and it's amplified when you're teammates. He catches my warning look and leans back in his stool, putting enough space between him and Olivia for it to look kosher, all while Olivia is typing on her phone completely unaware of the interaction. 

"Good morning," her voice is too perky to match her appearance. 

Her curls are piled into a messy knot on top of her head and her makeup is smeared around her eyes. Her little dress seems to expose even more skin in the daylight which just makes my head hurt more. 

When she finally puts her iPhone onto the counter and looks up I can see the glassy effect of her eyes. She's definitely hungover, and based on the distinct smell of vodka permeating from her, I can only imagine how much she actually drank last night. 

I had offered to take the couch and let her sleep in my bed, but even drunk as hell, my little sister held onto her stubborn streak and demanded to camp out in the living room. 

"How'd you sleep?" I ask, grabbing my own bowl from the cabinet, skirting around James to get a spoon out of the silverware drawer. I had two beers last night, barely enough to give me a buzz, and yet I woke up feeling like absolute shit. It probably has more to do with the fact that I almost kissed Abby twice last night rather than the beer that I consumed, but I don't want to think about that right now.

"The couch was fine, this hangover is killer though," she downs her entire water bottle before slumping down until her forehead is resting against the countertop of the island.

"I bet," I hop onto the countertop near the stove and pour milk over my Frosted Flakes, "I can smell you from here,"

Olivia doesn't bother lifting her head when she flicks me off.

"So you and Ryan, huh?" McConnell says, leaning his elbows onto the counter. He has a shit eating grin on his face that only grows when James turns around and Olivia's head pops up. 

Jesus fucking Christ. I'm actually going to kill this kid. 

"She just interviewed me," I shrug and stuff a spoonful of cereal into my mouth, praying that McConnell was too drunk to remember what he saw.

"Didn't look like just an interview from what I walked in on," I freeze mid chew and narrow my eyes at the freshman, my expression blatant, tread carefully, kid. 

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