the hook-up. {ethma}

chapter 21

AN: hi so idk if my uploads will be as frequent in the upcoming weeks i'll be really busy but i'll try my best <3

emma chamberlain

THE SANCTITY OF my morning is broken by Olivia and Henry. Who are not quiet about what they're doing. I'm sure I've been guilty of the same. Though I do try to contain myself when I know Olivia is here. Not so for them. Especially not for Henry. I have my suspicions that the asshole is being loud on purpose; he'd be the type to get off on something like that. When he starts to grunt "yeah, yeah, yeah," I don't care what his motivation is, I need to get out of here.

I pick up the phone and dial. "You want to go for a bike ride?" I ask as soon as he answers. I'm desperate now, practically hopping around my room as I get dressed. "Olivia and Henry are going at it like crazed rabbits."

Thank God he says yes.

"Do me a favor, will you, Emma?"

My bike hits a rut, and the whole frame rattles, and me along with it. "What's that?" I say when the danger of biting my tongue passes.

George gives me a quick glare before swerving around another pothole. "Do not tell me that my sister is going at it with that sleazy little bitch again."

Instantly, I cringe. Not only should George not have to hear about his sister having sex, but he hates Henry. "Shit. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

He falls into a nice, quick pace. "Yeah, well, be forewarned. Do it again, and I'm bringing Sylvester to our next dinner out."

"Ew, no! I'll behave, I swear!" Sylvester is Olivia' and George's creepy hands-y cousin who I'm convinced is a serial killer. Years from now, I'll see George and Olivia being interviewed on CNN, "We always had our suspicions about Sly, but our mother made us hang out with him."

Having sufficiently terrified me into compliance, George gives me a grin and speeds up. We pace each other as we ride along the bike trail. Early morning light peeks through the gold leaves and the air is crisp. I draw it in and let it cool me.

After a couple of miles, we reach a clearing, and George nods toward it. We roll over to a large elm and leave our bikes resting on the ground as we sit. Silence surrounds us. Despite the good weather, the path is basically deserted. It's early Saturday morning, so I'm guessing most people are still sleeping off Friday night.

After taking a long drink of water, I nudge George. "So what's going on with you?"

George finishes his own drink before answering. "That's what I was going to ask you."

"Tough. I asked first, so spill."

"Damn, woman." But George smiles. His smile gets bigger, but he's obviously trying to maintain an air of cool, and my curiosity skyrockets. He doesn't leave me hanging for long. His dark eyes look at me sidelong as his cheeks flush. "I got an internship with Jackson and Goldman in New York."

"Georgie!" I nudge him again. "That's great!" After years of hearing George drone on about finance, I know that Jackson and Goldman is the best investment-banking firm in New York, and George's idea of Nirvana.

"Fuck yeah it is." He grins wide as he ducks his head. "A couple professors put in a good word and..." He shrugs.

"And they recognized the brilliance that is you?" I add, making George laugh.