The Middleman | ongoing

3 | you had one job

3 | you had one job

Song: Left Hand Free by Alt-J - Lido Remix

Depicted Above: Phoebe Tonkin as Sabrina Dalton

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"No, Sab, I really cannot hang out this weekend. I have a shitton of work left. Senior year's not game over yet; I still gotta grind."

"I know, Leia. I was just hoping maybe I could entice you in a girls' night out, but I get it. This is important. You busted your ass these four years. It's only right you claim what's rightfully yours."

"Ugh, the fact that you're so understanding makes me feel so fucking bad for saying no. I really wish I could chill with you, Alex, and Julia, but you know how it is." I groan.

Rejecting invitations was kind of a drill for me now.

"No worries, girly. Not all of us loaded up this year like you, but we get it."

"Thanks, babe. Let's finish this piece of shit analysis now shall we, milady?"

"You got it, dude." Sabrina passes over her laptop, so I can finish up where we left off. We ended up taking a longer break than expected. But that's what happens when you study with your best friend.

"Okies. Done. Let's print this bitch out." After nearly three hours of mind-numbing work, I was ready as hell to print and not ever look at that Word document again. Proof reading sucked the life out of me. No more.

"Already done," Sabrina calls out standing next to the printer as it chugs out our papers. "Hey, Lays, go upstairs and ask Caleb for the stapler. I think he took it upstairs after finishing a huge project or something. All I know is he was majorly hoarding every office supply we had downstairs."

"Yuh, will do. Wait... isn't he supposed to be back at his dorm?"

"Yeah," she called out as I made my way to the stairs, "I think there were some dorm issues. Something like too many freshman and not enough dorms, so they're still figuring it out. Think he'll be here for a while before the situation is close to getting resolved."

I walk upstairs, turn the hall, and head to the room opposite Sabrina's room. I knock three times and walk in.

The moment I walked in, I should've walked out.

I really should've.

But you know should've, could've, would've. 20/20 hindsight was a real bitch.

Entering the room, guttural groans filled the air in what I'm guessing was maximum volume. "Yessss, yesss, harder baby. Give it to me. YES. Shove it in me. YEAH DADDY," screamed from the laptop.

My brain said go, but my feet somehow stayed put. All in all I stood there. Frozen. Legit like if Frozone from The Incredibles was real and had iced me down into not moving then that's definitely how I felt in this situation.

Frozen.

Unmoving.

Still.

Stationary.

"PUT YOUR DICK AWAY CALEB!" happened to be my response.

"WHAT THE HELL STOP LOOKING AT MY COCK."

Did this boy really think I wanted to see him in a compromising situation like this? Honestly, what typa thirsty did he think I was?!