TONY: Book 1 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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Morgan Leanne Rhodes is a manipulative, insane female specimen who is sadly my best friend. Her bright ginger hair flows down her back as her bright blue eyes twinkle with mischief as she holds the egg in her right hand, waiting patiently for her victim. Her victim? Her ex girlfriend Chelsea Fisherman, the bitch who cheated on my girl Morgan within her cheerleader buddy during a college party.

You'd think the girl would hold some more respect, however who am I to judge? Only I painfully single guy without a love life. Of course, I had a girlfriend back in high school, however she eagerly ran away with a random twenty year old after prom, leaving me shook and sad.

"Zac! She's coming!" Morgan whisper-shouts, raising her arm above the bush in preparation. It's midnight and we're outside one of the sorority houses around campus, waiting patiently for Chelsea to rock up.

She walks hand-in-hand with another girl, her golden locks piled atop her head in a messy bun as her dewy skin reflects the LED lights. The other girl is River Ashton, a quiet girl sat at the back of my History course with dyed black hair and face piercings.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," Chelsea claims, stopping abruptly on the other side of the street.

"Me too," agrees River. "Are you gonna break up with Morgan soon? I mean, I don't feel comfortable being a hookup but I like you a lot."

Chelsea pauses, "I don't know. I think so, give me a week- its just that she's very hyperactive and I don't want her thinking I've cheated or else she'll probably find a twisted way for some revenge."

River frowns, "That's cold Chelsea. You can't just expect me to be alright seeing you with another girl when I'm over here with all these feelings."

Chelsea caresses River's cheek and pecks her on the lips, "I promise, we'll have our relationship. A week. Please."
River sighs and nods solemnly, before leaning in and capturing Chelsea's lips for a deep make out session. Morgan mutters profanities under her breath before nodding to me. I pick up my egg-ammunition before following Morgan's cue. She jumps out of the bushes and I stumble to meet her energy, hauling the eggs with me as she launches two at the intense couple.

"LYING MOTHER FUCKER!" Screams Morgan as the eggs slam into Chelsea with surprising accuracy. Chelsea screams a high pitched wail as she jumps away from River with horror.

I fire two eggs at River, biting my lip to prevent myself from grinning as I run after Morgan who's sprinting off down the street. My slender legs drive me forward, the high of adrenaline pumps through my veins as my Converse slap against the concrete, the sound of both our footfalls echo around the street along with Chelsea's screams of bloody murder.

A laugh bubbles from my chest as we round the corner to the park, ducking behind another row of tended shrubbery. I gasp for breath as I hold onto my chest as my breathing evens out. I glance at Morgan who's smiling small, however her eyes glisten with unshed tears. The high suddenly diminishes and I tug on her arm to pull her closer to me. She collapses into my embrace, a silent sob wracking her small frame as her shoulder shake.

I hush her, "I'm so sorry Morgan, you deserve better."
"Damn straight," she mutters between sniffles. "That hoe made me cry."

"That hoe should jump off a cliff."

She giggles slightly, "That hoe should." Sighing, she slips out of my hold and rests her head on my outstretched legs and stares up at the black sky. "I always choose the wrong girl, don't I?"

"You are just unlucky."

She scoffs, "That's one way of calling it. Alex didn't bother to tell me that she was experimenting- ended up being straight. Next Mia wasn't sexual at all, hated the idea of pleasure. Delilah was the polar opposite of me and hated activities, wanted to read all day. Like who wants to read all day? That's just so weird."

"Morgan, a lot of people wants to read all day."

Her eyes snap to meet mine, "Let me rant."

"Sorry."

"What about you? What about your love life?"

"What love life?"

"I'm sure there's a person out there for you. A girl or a guy—"

"I'm not gay Morgan," I bluntly cut her off. "I just haven't found the right girl. We'll find each other some day, however I'm not keeping my hopes up, I'm rather happy being single."

"Nobody should be alone."

"Nor am I alone. I've got you, mom and my... stepdad."

Her brows raise abruptly, "Your stepdad is a tool."

"That he is," I hesitate. "Mom called me last night."

Silence.

"She said that it was getting bad again, as in, really bad. She was crying her eyes out, muttering incoherent things and whatnot."

"What incoherent things?"

"Like something about positive? Positivity? Something like that."

"Do you think maybe she's caught something? Or he has? Or she's..."

"Pregnant?" I scoff. "No way."

"I know you hate your stepdad, however from what you told me, he's very reckless."

My brain goes into overdrive as I hold my breath for a couple of seconds, "I need to call my mom."

"No," argues Morgan, sitting up. "You need her to sleep. If she is, then she needs all the rest she can get. However don't go assuming, she might have just been giving herself a pep talk perhaps?"

I shoot her an incredulous look, "Pep talk. Yeah right."

"What?! I give myself pep talks all the time."

"Morgan, you have conversations with yourself."

"Some of the most intelligent conversations I've ever had," she mumbles to herself.

I sigh in defeat, squeezing her arm as I stand up, "Come on. Let's go back to our dorms."

I pull her up from the ground before throwing my arm around her shoulder, tugging her closer to me as we stroll down the path, the silvery moon hanging high in the sky, starring down at the two of us.