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Throwing parties—like massive, messy, hardcore raging parties—came with the territory. The OSU football team's captain territory.
I liked it at first. Fucking loved it, actually. But as I scanned my living room, taking in the aftermath of tonight's free-for-all, I decided I was more than ready to move to another territory. The countdown to graduation never tasted so goddamn sweet. I doubted I'd be passing out tequila shots every weekend in law school, and honestly, I was just fine with that.
Because then I probably wouldn't end up with a hole in my wall.
There was a hole in my wall—a goddamn hole. Did they think I wouldn't notice that they'd moved my favorite leather recliner over two feet? Of course I fucking noticed. I noticed, and then I found the fist-sized hole and smattering of drywall on the ground beneath it.
Luckily, I knew a thing or two about home repairs. Didn't mean I liked to spend my Sundays doing them, though.
But at least it would give me something to do with my hands so I wouldn't be tempted to wring Juniper's antagonizing little neck in the morning. The alcohol seemed to enhance her snark tonight, and I couldn't wait until she and Gemma were on their way home tomorrow. A one weekend visit was enough. They belonged on the other side of the country in our tiny hometown, where I knew enough not to worry.
Where the hell was Juni? She'd spent half the night hanging on every word that came out of Noah's bragging mouth, but now my sister was the only one next to my roommate. Gemma didn't look nearly as smitten as her best friend had, which didn't surprise me. Gemma was always the sensible one.
With a frown, I ducked around the corner and peeked in the kitchen. When I didn't see that pretty brown hair, I did an about-face and checked the guest bedroom. Nope, not there. Down the hallway, though, the bathroom door was ajar. A light was on, too, so I nudged the door open with my foot, slowly enough for anyone to protest.
And of course there was a protest.
"What's a girl have to do to puke in peace around here?"
Juniper St. James was slouched across the toilet. And when I stepped into the bathroom, her eyes narrowed. And then my eyes narrowed. She was pretty damn far from the toilet, considering her declaration of being mid-vom.
"Just checkin' on you. Got good aim there, Daisy? I already have a hole in a wall to patch up out there." I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. "Don't need to clean up your leftovers on top of it."
She scoffed, lifting the lid and wrinkling her nose before letting it drop with a loud clang. "I've never known a guy who has good aim when using a toilet, so I'm pretty sure this porcelain could use a good cleaning anyway."
"Sounds like the only guys you know are the ones who don't know how to use their equipment properly," I drawled, leaning against the sink. "Couldn't be me."
