Reality

Eye-Opening Conversations

Liam

"So what's up with you and Mickey?" Andy asks me as he drops his set of weights.

I finish up with my reps before I put the dumbbells back on the rack and wipe sweat from my forehead. "Nothing. We're just good friends."

"You're pretty protective over her," Andy leans against one of the weight machines and crosses his arms. "Anything I should know about that?"

I turn around to face the guy and flash him an annoyed look. "Are you trying to imply that I slept with your sister?"

"I'm not implying anything, but you just seem like the type that's had a night or two with each girl in the house."

"Mick and I are just friends. Nothing more. Believe me, if I fucked her, I would have no shame in saying so."

I roll my eyes before walking away from Andy. I thought it would be a good idea to take him with me to the gym because we got along pretty well the first day he was here. Yesterday was a little awkward knowing he slept with Brooke and upset Mick, but I decided to put it aside and give him the benefit of the doubt. He was up early and I was up early, and I thought that getting to know him would make Mick happy. I might've thought that he and I would be good friends, but I've come to the conclusion that I don't like him. He's kind of a prick, but I would never tell that to Mick.

The only thing I have learned about him is the fact that we are so much more alike than I realized, and it freaks me out. Maybe it's because I've been hanging around Aubrey more often and I haven't really fucked around like I normally do, but listening to Andy talk about all his hookups make me want to drag his ass up Runyon Canyon and kick his ass off the trail. I can only imagine that's how I sounded to Tom and Sandy back at home when I talked about my latest conquests.

Note to self: stop acting like a fucking dick. I don't want to sound like Andy.

I mean, how many friends of Mick's has he slept with? As far as I know from what he's said, it's at least six girls, whom Mick isn't friends with anymore. If history is going to repeat itself, Mick and Brooke are not going to be friends. Honestly, it could be for the better because I don't think he's planning to not bang Brooke again.

"So," I start as I jump on the treadmill, watching as Andy follows me, "is Mick still mad at you about yesterday?"

Andy steps onto the treadmill next to me and enters the same speed that I'm running at, trying to one-up me by increasing his incline by three notches. "Nah, I don't think so. She did the same thing she always does before she goes to bed when she's mad at me: tell me everything is fine and that she doesn't like to go to sleep upset. It's all good."

"I don't think she'll get over it that easily."

"You don't know her the way I do. Just remember you've only lived with her for a few weeks, and I've lived with her for years."

I roll my eyes and run faster on the treadmill. I'm not entirely sure if this guy is acting this way to come off as some kind of hotshot or if he's really like this, but I'm two seconds away from knocking him out. I'm feeling very irritated with the way he seems to walk over Mick, using her kindness and forgiveness to his advantage.

Thankfully, our gym session goes by quickly and eventually the two of us are back at home. I'm annoyed with Andy, and I feel as if I didn't get as great of a workout as I could have gotten if I went to the gym on my own, which makes me even more annoyed.

Running up the stairs and into my room, I accidentally scare Aubrey as she walks out of my bathroom. I shut the door behind me before I run up to her and pull her close. I've got my lips attached to hers so fast that we stumble for a moment.