Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I yanked my panties up my shaking legs. “I . . . will be right back.”
I pulled down my dress and fled, without waiting for his reply. Rounding the darkened corner, the bathroom doors showed up on my right. I raced past them and pushed through the back doors.
Oh God, what is he going to say when he realizes I’m not coming back?
Chapter 10
Hung Over
A pounding thumped over and over in my head. I popped two Advil and spent the rest of the morning drinking glasses of water to combat the dehydration from my hangover. The living room’s darkness blanketed me.
One of my favorite old films, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, played on the screen.
“Why is it so dark in here?” Vivian strolled out of her bedroom in black yoga pants and a white tank top. When she got to the blinds, she yanked them open. “That’s better. It’s such a lovely day today.”
Sunlight streamed through and blinded me.
I covered my face with a pillow. “I hate you.”
“Are we going for a run today? I’m thinking at least five miles.”
“Die.” I closed my eyes. “Die slow and in a river of blood and pain.”
“That sounds like a yes to me.” She skipped into the kitchen.
Banging sounded soon after.
I groaned in annoyance as Vivian’s loud kitchen music began. The fridge slammed close. Dishes crashed to the counter. She stomped around, whistling some god-awful tune the whole time. Chopping came next and then the blender buzzed.
I yelled. “Must you be so loud?”
“It’s twelve o’clock in the afternoon and perfectly normal to make noise at this time.”
“Well, I got no sleep because my roommate was up all night having noisy sex with her boyfriend—”
Plates crashed to the floor.
I opened my eyes.
She peered out from the kitchen. Her blonde hair swung back and forth in the doorway. A pink tint shaded her whole face.
“Jasmine, you were here? You heard everything?”
“Of course I was here. I live here, you know.”
“But I never heard you come in.” She went back into the kitchen. “Oh god, I can’t believe you heard that.”
“What’s the big deal?” I heard Noc and her all the time.
Usually, pathetic groans from Noc drifted out of her room. Then the bed squeaked at a quick rhythm, and finally Noc’s snoring filled the apartment soon after.
Last night, they had been adventurous. I didn’t know what got into Noc, but he was tearing it up and taking no prisoners. It was so noisy I finally resorted to plugging my ears with my headphones and listening to classical music until I fell asleep.
Suddenly, Vivian’s bedroom door opened.
My brother stepped out in only his boxer briefs. “Morning, Sis.”
“Oh. My. God!” I buried my face in my pillow. “You both had sex? That was you and Vivian last night? Not Noc?”
Now I understood Vivian’s crazy reaction.
I’m traumatized.
I’d heard it all, the entire procession of passion—her screams, his grunting, the bed’s head board slamming into the wall, and moaning from them both.
Eww.
And they never stopped.
All night long it went on, over and over.
I’m going to throw up.
I’d been shocked because usually Vivian and Noc humped for a few minutes and then they both fell asleep.
The ridiculousness of this month will never cease.
“We didn’t know you were here,” Vivian called from the kitchen.
“Wait a minute, what about Noc?” I sat up on the couch.
The sound of the blender’s buzzing returned.
“What about Noc? Who even cares?” Troy slumped down next to me on the couch. “Why are you hung over, Jazz?”
“How did you know I was hung over?”
Troy pointed to everything on the coffee table—potato chips, Advil, Diet Sprite, boxes of tissue, and a just-in-case-I-throw-up bucket. I punched Troy on the chest. “Why would you have sex with Vivian? It makes everything difficult.”
“She’s sexy and I hadn’t been with a woman in four years.” He rubbed his bald head. “What did you expect?”
“I figured you would find someone else to do that with.” I dove my hand into the bag of chips, grabbed a handful, and stuffed myself. My mouth loaded with crispy and salty potato heaven.
What is it about potato chips that makes everything okay?
I looked down at the bag.
Troy leaned my way. “You think sleeping with Viv was a bad idea?”
“Of course. Do you know how awkward it’s going to be around the house now?” I placed my bag of chips on the side opposite him so he wouldn’t take them from me. “Not to mention she’s with somebody. A guy who visits our place all the freaking time.”
“It’ll be no big deal.” Troy shrugged.
“Sure it won’t,” I muttered.
“What’s wrong with you? It’s not the end of the world.” Troy took the remote off my lap. “And what in god’s name are you watching, Sis? This movie looks stupid.”
“Breakfast at Tiffany’s is a classic.”
“Wizard of Oz is a classic, but it still sucks, Jazz.”