Slut

Uninvited Guest

Eddie Pov

When I wake up in the morning, I have a bit of a headache. I roll over and check my phone. I have a few texts from Gaege that I assume are drunk texts. I check them and my assumptions are right. Lots of random emojis and some look like he sat on his phone. I shake my head and turn off my phone. I yawn and go downstairs. I don't hear everybody. They must still be asleep. I grab some cereal and pour it into the bowl. I sit down at the table and eat it. I hear the door open and then close. I assume it's probably Grant since he usually doesn't get drunk.

"Morning dumb ass," I say.

"That's not a nice way to greet someone," a voice I'm not expecting to hear says.

"What are you doing here?" I growl and turn around. It's him.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me," he says.

"Why do you have a key?" I ask.

"You didn't ask for it back," he says.

"I didn't give you one," I say.

"Oops," he says.

"Get the f*ck our of my house Ethan," I say.

"Aw, so rude. You didn't even hi," he says.

"That's what the dumb ass was for," I say. "Now once again. Get the f*ck out of my house."

"What is with this shouting?" Grant rubs his eyes. "Shit. What are you doing here?"

"Why is everyone so cruel around here?" He asks.

"I'll call the cops if you don't leave," I say.

"But I just got here. It'd be rude to make me leave before you even served me coffee," he says.

"I think you've been rude enough for the both of us," I say. "Now please go."

"I will if you let me tell you one thing," he says.

"What?" I grumble.

"Don't sleep with sluts. You don't know where they have been," he says and then closes the door behind him. My breathing stops for a second. Was he talking about Gaege? How does he know about him? Shit shit shit shit shit.