#Junkie (GearShark, #1)

by Cambria Hebert

“Omega rules!”

Sir, this is a Wendy's.

I perused the women like I did AutoZone for car parts. Not every single model and style was for me. I was particular. Wonder why… I shook off the thought

Is it The Gay™? It sounds like The Gay™.

The entire frat had been after me for weeks to throw my support behind someone new for Omega prez. My time was just about up. The sooner we got a replacement, the better.

The thick plottens.

I usually went for blondes. I didn’t want what I usually went for tonight.

Dick. He wants dick.

He grinned lazily. He had a dimple in his cheek. You’d think the light scruff on his face from not shaving that morning would hide it. It didn’t. It only served to make it more attractive.

Suddenly, the entire world turned on its side, and I rushed away, over to the grass, where I immediately fell onto my knees and started puking. Aaannnd that would explain the lack of excitement a few minutes ago. Beer before liquor, never been sicker.

No, Trent, that's not the reason your dick wasn't working.

That patch of bare skin—even on his feet—made my mouth go dry. Or maybe I was just dehydrated.

He's thirsty, alright...😏

He stood there silently, holding the can in front of my hunched-over form while I heaved and made sounds I hoped to never hear again.

This is the kind of love I want.

God, I felt like fucking rotten ass.

Lol

“Fuck, man,” I said between more heaving. “I’m sorry. You should have left me at home.” “You are home.”

Hear that? that's my eyes and underwear becoming moist simultaneously.

Cool air brushed over my heated skin when he pulled the shirt over my head. “You taking advantage of me?” I cracked. “You smell like puke,” he rebutted. Then in a more sarcastic tone, he said, “Besides, you couldn’t get it up right now even if you wanted to.” “For you I could.” Instant sobriety.

AND I OOP.

Turns out I hadn’t barfed up everything. There was still something left inside me. Feelings.

I was no granny-driving, Kool-Aid-sipping pansy.

I....

He stopped walking. “What about the frat?” “Some things are more important.”

His dimple appeared again. I liked his dimple.

Put your finger in it.

“Say hi to Drew for me.” His words followed me as I jogged down the stairs. It pissed me off. Everything about Con just then pissed me off.

Same.