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RoomHates

Life in the Brohouse โ€“ Book 1

 

 

By Carmen Black

 

 

Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing

Copyright ยฉ 2021 by

Carmen Black & Scarlet Lantern Publishing

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the authorโ€™s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

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1

RACHEL

Itโ€™s a bright, uncharacteristically warm day in late September. The plastic grip of my camera is hot beneath my fingertips as I squint into the viewfinder.

In the view of my lens is the University of Aurora.

Itโ€™s a pretty campus, pretty in that Colorado way. The mountains loom in the distance, the very tips of them painted white. Large, tan buildings around me, square and flat-roofed, the glass of each window covered with a marine reflective film. The blue-silver shine is too blindingly bright to look at. The quadโ€™s lawn is perfectly manicured, but it barely matters; the grass is drowned in red and orange leaves, flying from the trees that surround the lawn. The breeze turns direction and blows directly at me. Itโ€™s freezing cold compared to the blazing sun overhead and a small flood of red-gold leaves drift around my sneakers, crackling like fire.

My head is hot from the sun. I tilt the camera this way and that, trying to find my image. The buildings, the trees, the mountains, the leaves; theyโ€™re all very pretty, all very Colorado, but I canโ€™t find the way to make it all work together. Trees in the foreground, mountains in the background? Buildings foreground, trees background? Leaves foreground, quad background? Itโ€™s like trying to complete a puzzle without an image of the final result. I know it goes together somehow, but I canโ€™t see what should connect where.

The windows of the buildings around me are starting to dazzle me. I sigh and lower the camera with no photos taken. I canโ€™t find my angle today, it seems.

Like most days.

I deposit the camera back in its case, put the case in my overfull backpack, and heft it over my shoulders, wheeling my suitcase behind me. Itโ€™s getting towards midday anyway and Iโ€™ve been travelling since five this morning. I need to get to my new home.

Every route I take I can see new students, just like me, wandering in the same direction toward the dorms. Iโ€™m pretty much the only one walking in the opposite direction. A suitcase bumps against mine, sending them both skittering. I wrench mine back under control and wheel it closer to me only to have the same thing happening again. Trying to walk against the tide is humiliating. It practically screams: โ€˜Hey, look who got a late acceptance!โ€™ โ€˜Hey, guess who got in too late to get a dorm room!โ€™

In truth, I hadnโ€™t wanted to go to the University of Aurora. Beautiful as it was, it wasnโ€™t an art school. I had one of those vision boards on my wall, all the pictures tacked on neatly among fairy lights and washi tape. I liked the idea of going to art school surrounded by artists and great thinkers, who could by increments nudge me to greatness. I dreamt of art school. I daydreamed of art school.

But I couldnโ€™t make the art come.

I had always been artistic. Talented, even. Art school was the natural next step, but I had never really found that โ€˜thingโ€™. Call it a niche, an inspiration, a reason to be. Whatever it was, I didnโ€™t have it. I had, in the end, settled on photography for my portfolio only because there was no time left for anything else. It was so rushed that I received rejection after rejection. Finally, I applied to Auroraโ€™s underfunded and poorly considered art department, and I only did it because Colorado was as far as I could get from my disappointed New York family.

No, Aurora isnโ€™t an art school. If anything itโ€™s a sport school. Getting a sports scholarship to Aurora U is basically a ticket to greatness. Iโ€™d seen on the website- a quarter of their sports teams went on to become professional whatevers at the sport they did. And they seem to outnumber anyone else hereโ€” half of the students shoulder-checking me as I walk through the mass look as though they live at the gym. Sweatpants, polo shirts, and varsity jackets are practically the uniform here. The girls all have practical, high-scraped ponytails, perfect smiles on perfect bodies as they heft overstuffed carryalls like they weigh nothing. The guys wear shirts way too small at the bicep- or maybe their biceps really are that big? I squint at them against the glare of the noonday sun, all these perfect silhouettes and beautiful bodiesโ€”

Something crashes into my back, hard and fast, and I go sprawling, my suitcase clattering to the ground behind me. The oncoming students walk around me, not bothering to look down. Thanks, assholes!

I turn around. Above me loom two of the tallest guys Iโ€™ve seen on campus.

One of them has to be at least 6โ€™2โ€, his bright blond hair glinting where it just brushes his shoulders;

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