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“Tilt your side to the right,”I snapped at Brock.
He moved it left.
“Right, as in the hand you jerk off with!”
“I actually use the left,” he said, hefting the couch to the right.
Sweat poured down my back with every second that passed. A heavy wave of heat had settled into Kansas making this officially the worst day ever to move into my new house.
My new house that I now shared with Brock, the idiot that jerked off with his left hand.
“Okay, I’ve got it!” he shouted, lifting the couch higher than necessary.
I moved forward, immediately hitting the top of the doorframe. “Brock! What the fuck are you doing?”
“Pivot,” Scottie said behind me in his best Ross Geller voice.
I ignored him and focused on the task at hand. “Lower your end.”
“Do what?”
“Go lower!” I shouted, my muscles straining from being stuck in this position for so fucking long.
“You want me to go left? I just went right!” he shouted.
I peeked around the couch on the left side, but couldn’t see him. I shifted to the right, but just missed him.
“Where are you?” he snapped. “I can’t hear a fucking word you’re saying!”
“I said lower the couch!”
“What?”
“Drop it!”
“Pivot,” Scottie said again.
“You want me to drop it?”
“Yes!”
The weight of the couch landed all in my hands as he dropped the other end of the couch to the ground. The sudden force jerked my entire body down and smashed my fingers against the concrete. “Fuck!” I peeled my fingers out from under the couch, shaking them out as they bled with pain. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, now able to see him.
“You told me to drop it!”
“Are you fucking deaf? I meant for you to lower it. You were hitting the top of the door frame.”
“Then you should have fucking said that,” he huffed, pulling his comb from his back pocket and running it through his perfectly styled hair.
“Would you put that fucking thing away? Nobody gives a fuck about your hair. There’s no one to impress here.”
“I’m here,” Scottie said from behind me.
I slowly turned, glaring at the man who stood there while we did all the work. “Why are you here?”