“Maybe we should call Drew. Ask him how much time you spend with him.” Conner taunted. Like a frayed string, I snapped. My hands made a sharp sound when I slapped them on the podium and gripped the edges until the wood dug into my hands. “Just what the fuck are you implying?” I growled. “That maybe the brothers of this house don’t want to be represented by a fag.” The earsplitting sound of wood cracking splintered through the room when the podium hit the floor. I spun so fast to face Conner that my vision was actually blurry. But I could still see enough. “What did you just say to me?” I bit
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