The best thing about college was the * and parties. The rest was just kind of a blur. I barely ever went to class, too hungover from the night before to give a shit about anything before noon.
That’s when my day started, most of the time I woke up alone, but I never went to sleep that way.
Not that we slept…
After the accident, I had a lot of time to make up for staying in the goddamn hospital for a month. Not to mention the countless fucking hours of physical therapy that followed shortly after my stay. I wasn’t miraculously cured, my back still hurt like a son of a bitch whenever I worked out.
Thank God for pain pills.
My hair had grown back, covering the massive scar I had from surgery. I grew out my facial hair to cover the ones on my face. The only visible scar was a small one down my eyebrow, glass sliced right through the hair and left me with a missing patch. I had some wicked marks on my arms, back, chest, and legs, which I was self-conscious about at first. They were my motivation to start a daily regimen of working out at the gym like my life depended on it.
I accepted the fact that they were a part of me now, forever etched into my skin.
A daily reminder that I’d fucked up.
To my surprise the scars got chicks all hot-and-bothered, something about making me look like a bad boy. They were on me like bees on honey.
College was like sex Heaven on steroids. Chicks liked to experiment, they wanted to embrace their sexuality or some bullshit and I had no problem being their fucking subject.
I had missed so many days of my senior year after the accident that I had to take summer classes to graduate. They let me walk with my class though. I didn’t give a shit about any of it, I did it because it made my family and Half-Pint happy to see me walk across the stage and receive my diploma. My mom hung it proudly in her office, saying that my college diploma would go right next to it someday.
It was just another piece of paper that I could wipe my ass with as far as I was concerned. That’s how much school meant to me.
The boys and I saw each other here and there, but not nearly as much as we used to.
So much had changed.
So much had happened.
I spent my freshman year in the dorms instead of living with them. The plan had been to move in with them after graduation since they planned on getting a bigger apartment for all of us.
That was shot to shit real quick.
“Jacob and Dylan may have forgotten what the fuck you did, Austin, but I haven’t. And I won’t,” Lucas argued during my graduation party.
I didn’t say anything because what could I say to that. He was right.
“Lucas, calm the fuck down. He fucked up. He knows it. With the hours of community service, the legal fees, and his license being suspended for a year, not to mention the physical scars, I think it’s enough of a daily reminder for him,” Dylan intervened, holding him back with his forearm.
“He almost fucking killed her! She was in a goddamn coma!” He shoved Dylan’s arm away, pointing at me. “You stay the fuck away from, Alex. Do you understand me? Stay the fuck away from her!”
“I can’t do that,” I countered, not backing down.
He stepped closer to me. Our faces were an inch apart. Dylan and Jacob standing right beside us, waiting to step in.
“You may not remember what you did. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re a fuck up,” he gritted out. “We give you one thing to do! One fucking thing! Take care of her. Just take care of her. It was fucking simple! You couldn’t even do that! I’m tired of making excuses for you. You’re lucky I don’t bury you alive.”
I held my chin higher. “So much for being brothers, Lucas.”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re not my brother.”
I looked him up and down.
He stepped away from me, adding, “Not anymore.”
I swallowed hard, blinking away the hurt I felt in my heart.
“Give him time, Austin. He’ll come around,” Dylan coaxed.
I nodded.
“Dylan’s right. You know Lucas… he’s hotheaded and stubborn as all hell. When he’s ready, he’ll forgive you. He’ll get past this. ”
“Have you?” I blurted, already knowing the answer.
They both looked at each other and then back at me, the truth written clear across their faces.
“Exactly.”
“Hi,” the girl with the tits from class greeted, pulling me away from my thoughts as I walked out into the parking lot.
I glanced over at her and she smirked, playing with the ends of her hair. I immediately envisioned pulling it while I was balls deep inside her. Gripping it back by the nook of her neck as I fucked her doggy style.
My cock twitched.
“Hey there.” I smiled.
“You want to hang out?” she asked, doing that thing chicks do with their lips. A pout that she seemed to have perfected, making me wonder what they would feel like wrapped around my cock.
“I have some weed back at the sorority house. We could smoke, talk, you know… whatever.”
I was about to say something when my phone rang. I grabbed it out of my pocket to see who was calling me. Alex’s smiling face illuminated the screen.