Page 12 of Marvelous

“Will. Don’t be one of those guys. Where. Are. They?”

He dropped his head and then pointed to the room I knew was his.

The reason I knew it was his was because I had come over with pizza and beer to help Kyle move Will in and another of his friends.

I nodded as I walked down the short hall and heard a conversation.

“When are you going to end things with her?” That was Sara.

“Fuck. Told you I wasn’t.” That was Kyle.

“Then why have we been doing this?” Sara again.

“Because you’re an easy fucking lay. Know that Cassie is worth it. Why I’ve waited on her.” Kyle again.

“So what? You’ve just been using me for sex?” Sara asked.

“Yeah. I mean, you’ve been nothing but a booty call. Cassie is where it’s at.” Kyle said.

And at that, I’d had enough.

I opened the door, saw them still half naked, and smiled, “Well, since I wasn’t ever stupid enough to sleep with you, I don’t have to get tested. So, thanks for that, I guess.”

Then I looked at Sara, “Congrats. Guess this explains a lot. I’ll be out in thirty days when our lease is up. Have a good one.”

Then with that, I turned on my heel and headed for the door.

Will saw me coming and was still standing there.

I lifted a brow, “How long have you known?”

He winced, “Since last year.”

I nodded, “You're no better than he is.”

Sara had thankfully packed a few things and left, giving me time to get my things.

I had also found out why our apartment door had been opened, and people were coming in and out of it.

Sara apparently had forgotten to mention to me that we were having a party.

A party that would disguise where she had been.

Thankfully, on the fourteenth day, I received a job offer after a few interviews had finally panned out.

It was just luck, yeah, that was what I was going with.

Come to find out... that Jacob Hooper was alive and well.

I had been able to track the owner of the letters to a small town.

And in that small town called Whispering Falls, not only held my new job, but also Jacob Hooper, and a new start.

And as I loaded my car up, it didn’t matter to me that I was starting fresh again.

I had owned it the last time.

And I would do it again.