It was nearly eight in the evening and I was bored out of my mind. I had been lying on the couch, shirtless. I had a mini tennis ball in my hand that I kept tossing around and Whiskey kept bringing back.

After a while, he got tired and climbed onto my stomach, lying down. I picked him up, stretching my arms up towards the ceiling and letting him paddle around in the air like he was swimming. I brought him back down, scratching him, and smothering him in kisses.

He fell asleep on my stomach after a while and I was left with nothing to do. I couldn't for the life of me find a good movie or show to watch and I couldn't go anywhere either. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table in front of me and dialed her number.

She answered pretty quickly. "Hello?"

"Waiting for my call, were you?"

She paused. "Oh, it's you. I was waiting for a call from my parents, actually. But you suffice. What is it?"

"When are you coming over?"

"Chloe isn't even home yet."

"What?" I asked, staring at the ceiling.

"She ended up going back to campus to grab some stuff. She'll come back and she'll be up for a while. She has a huge project on her hands, I told you."

"Come over," I sighed. "Before she comes back. Just leave her a note or drop her a text, whatever."

"And what am I going to tell her when I get back and she's still awake? Oh, sorry I didn't tell you but I'm screwing the person I hate the most because my ex-boyfriend is his best friend? Please," she scoffed. "Let's meet tomorrow instead."

"No, you get here right now, Indigo Bloom Easton."

"How the hell do you know my middle name?"

"It's on your student ID. Hurry," I groaned, closing my eyes.

She huffed and then there was a beat of silence. "All right, I'm coming."

"Perfect." I hung up and then scanned the room. It was clean. And I cleaned my room when I came back from class too. I was scrolling through social media when the doorbell rang. I put Whiskey on the couch and then stood up, answering the door. I pulled it open, standing there, dumbfounded. "What..." I trailed off, looking at him. "What the fuck are you doing here, Landon?"

He barged right past me and plopped down on the couch, scratching Whiskey.

Whiskey sneezed and glared at Landon. I swear, he glared.

Landon put him down and then turned to me as I shut the door. "He doesn't like me."

"Hmm, neither do I," I nodded.

He rolled his eyes. Landon thinks I'm funny but I'm actually just really rude and he thinks I'm kidding. It's not sarcasm half the time with him. I just don't like him and can't be bothered to act like I do. "Have you spoken to Indie?"

"I told you earlier too, she and I don't talk. Why? What happened?"

"She isn't answering my texts or calls. And I saw her at Candy's too, but she was with some guy. And they ran out when I called her name, can you believe that?" He chuckled dryly, shaking his head.

Wait... he doesn't know it was me? With her?

"Who was the guy?" I asked, acting curious.

"I don't know. Didn't see his face. I think she's cheating on me."

"What are you talking about? You cheated on her just last night, didn't you?"

He looked at me. "Did she come here looking for me?"

I shook my head. "No. But I heard from Chloe that she kept trying to reach you. Why didn't you just cancel the plans with her earlier?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I didn't want her to start asking never-ending questions. I would have just said 'I forgot about it' if she asked me now. But I think she's ignoring me. Do you think she found out?"

I resisted the urge to scoff and roll my eyes at him. I just shrugged instead. I glanced at the clock and straightened up. "You should go," I said to him.

"Why?" he frowned. "Let's play a video game or something. I need some company."

"Then go to your bros from the frat house. Get out of my apartment," I huffed.

"You're a bro too, where's the remote?"

I opened my mouth to tell him I was expecting someone when the doorbell rang again.

He turned to me. "Who's that?"

"Uh... nobody."

"A booty call, huh?" he smirked. "Is she from our campus?"

"Landon, shut up." I turned to the door, making sure he wouldn't be able to see who it was, and opened it only enough for me to stick my head out.

She blinked in surprise, staring at me. "What are you—"

"Shh!" I whisper-yelled.

She shut up and looked at me in utter confusion.

"He's here."

"Who's here?" she whispered.

"Landon."

"I'm fucking leaving." She turned around. Her hair was pulled back in a low bun and she had on a black hoodie with matching black sweatpants.

I grabbed the hood and yanked it back. She stumbled but I caught her hoodie, steadying her. She opened her mouth, probably to curse at me, but we both were interrupted.

"Reece, just bring her in!" Landon called out.

I gritted my teeth, glaring at the ceiling while thinking of what to do. "I'm busy here!" I called back out, looking at her.

"You're going to fuck a girl instead of talking to me?" he scoffed.

"That fucking piece of shit," I whispered to myself. "Talk is cheap, Landon, really cheap!"

She rolled her eyes in front of me, folding her arms across her chest. "Hurry up. You have five seconds to get rid of him, then I'm leaving."

"Indigo."

"Five."

"Indigo, wait."

"Four."

"Indie."

"Three."

"Wait, wait, wait."

"Two."

"Jesus Christ."

"One."

"Landon!"

She smiled at me, bouncing on her heels.

"What?" he asked without moving his ass from the couch.

"You want to talk?" I questioned.

"Yeah."

"I told you, talk is fucking cheap. Come back later. Now get the fuck out of my apartment." I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her forward. Her eyes widened in surprise when I grabbed the hood and pulled it over her head. "Keep your head down," I instructed.

She looked down at her feet and I pulled the door open and grabbed her arm, bringing her inside.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Landon chuckled.

"Get out," I said, nodding towards the door.

"Fine, fine. Suit yourself. I'll come back tomorrow."

"Whatever. Just get out."

He grabbed his phone and stood back up, walking over. He stopped in front of us, looking at her weirdly.

I pulled her behind me because I knew he was going to try to see her face. "Go."

"All right, all right. Later." He walked out and I shut the door behind him.

I turned to her after locking the door, both of us sighing in relief. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"What is wrong with you? You called me over when he was here?"

"No, I called you before he was here. I didn't know he was coming, he showed up unannounced. Sorry."

She shook her head at me and then plopped down on the couch, crossing her legs and holding Whiskey in her lap. He had no problem being held by her, unlike he did with Landon.

"Indigo."

"Yes?"

"I called you here for sex. Not puppy playtime."

She looked up at me, frowning. "What's wrong with puppy playtime?"

"You can do that later."

"What?" she whined.

I walked over and put Whiskey on the couch, taking him away before holding my hand out for her to grab.

She whined, even more, hitting her fists on the couch and Whiskey barked beside her.

I turned to him. "Shut up." I sighed and turned my attention back to her.

"Puppy playtime," she sang, reaching for Whiskey again.

I smacked her hands away and then pulled her legs out from under her and tucked my arms under her, picking her up like she was a bride.

She put an arm around my neck, dangling her legs while I carried her to my room. "Bye, Whiskey!" She waved, looking over my shoulder as I kicked the door open and then stepped inside, kicking it shut behind me. She sighed, turning to me.

"What?" I asked, not putting her down yet.

"I'm tired tonight."

"From what?"

"I was reorganizing my closet. And I was actually studying for that psychology project. What did you get?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

"If I tell you, there's no point in doing the project."

She rolled her eyes again. "Either way, I'm tired. Let's keep it quick."

"I didn't call you over for a quickie?"

"What did you call me here for then?" She's still rocking her legs back and forth, looking up at me with a sweet smile.

I watched carefully and then came to the only logical conclusion. "You don't want to lead today," I sang, reading her face.

She nodded. "I don't have the energy to."

"More for me," I said, once more in a sing-song voice while leaning in. I set her down on the bed and pulled my shirt off.

She sighed and then pulled her hoodie off, taking her arms out first.

"That's a pretty big hoodie. Is it his?" I asked, pointing to the hoodie.

She shook her head. "It's from the men's section. He doesn't give his hoodies away."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course he doesn't." I kicked my sweatpants off and she stood up on the bed, working hers past her hips and then down her legs, tossing them on the chair with her hoodie.

"Which side were the condoms on again?" she asked, scooting back and opening the drawer to the right nightstand, grabbing one. "Got 'em." She tossed it to me and I caught it, ripping the packet open with my teeth.

"What are you so far for?" I grabbed her ankles and slid her down the bed, closer to me.

"We're having sex on the foot of the bed?" she deadpanned.

"We'll work our way up, don't worry," I smirked, leaning in and kissing her.

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