RoomHates by Carmen Black (series like harry potter TXT) 📕

hit in my bad shoulder,” Hunter growls. His eyes are clamped shut, his hair wet and sticking to his sweaty face. “I think my hand is broken. Can one of you call my mom? She said she would be watching the game. I don’t want her to worry.”

“On it,” says Lucas, already taking out his cellphone.

Why does Lucas have Hunter’s mother’s phone number?

“What hospital are you taking him to?” asks Seth.

“University of Colorado,” says the medical technician. “Don’t worry. At the worst it’s just a fracture.”

“Fuck!” Shouts Hunter as they push him into the ambulance.

I watch the ambulance drive away. “I want to go,” I hear Seth say.

Lucas shakes his head. “You’ve been underage drinking. Not the best place to be. I’ll go and call you if anything’s up.” He nods towards me. “You better take her home.”

Seth and I watch Lucas walk away with the cellphone pressed to his ear.

“Hello, Ms. Smith?” I hear Lucas say as he walks away. “Yes. Yes. Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. I’m on my way there now.”

***

The walk home is quiet. I kick an empty red cup ahead of me, walk two steps, and then kick it again. I hope Charlie and Lauren aren’t too upset with me for bailing. I messaged them earlier, but I still haven’t received a response. Maybe they are at some after party.

What a day.

I still feel the effects of the booze, yet I’m walking in a straight line and my head doesn’t seem so discombobulated. Nothing is quite as fun as it once was. I really hope Hunter is okay, which is weird since the guy has been an asshole to me since I first moved in.

Still, I don’t like seeing someone get hurt. I shiver, remembering the way he looked on that stretcher. As if he was trying to keep everything in, but deep down all he wanted to do was shatter.

I watch Seth unlock the door, throwing it open. It bangs on the wall and I shuffle inside, depositing myself on the couch like a sack of potatoes. I lean my head back and sigh. Home sweet home. Seth sits down next to me and doesn’t say anything. He turns on the TV and flips through the channels, running through all fifty of them before repeating again. I grab the remote from him and change it to some reruns of Buffy.

Once again, he doesn’t say anything.

I sigh and try to focus on Buffy run after vampires and stake them in the chest rather than Hunter lying on a hospital bed. I’m surprised to glance over and see Seth watching. I thought he would’ve left by now. His head turns and he meets my gaze. His hair is sticking up all over the place and I’m tempted to push it back down. It’s weird he can be sexy when he looks so unkempt.

I narrow my eyes when I see a smirk overcoming him, knowing what he’s about to say is going to annoy the crap out of me. “So, how was it?”

“How was what, Garcia?”

“Your first kiss.”

I roll my eyes. “What is this? A girl’s sleepover? Are we having a bonding moment here?”

Seth scoffs. “Your first kiss with Lucas.”

I shake my head and set my gaze on the TV screen. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I mutter.

“Yeah, I would.”

“Why?”

Seth chuckles while he sits up higher on the couch. He leans in close and I watch him flutter his eyelashes. “Because I have such a crush on him,” he says in a girly voice.

“Oh, whatever,” I say, taking the cushion behind me and hitting Seth in the face with it.

He laughs and throws the cushion on the floor in front of the TV. “Oh, come on now. Tell me.”

“You want to know?”

“Yes, I think I should have the right to know what my best bro-“

Before he finishes I lean into him, pressing my lips against his. I smile when I see his eyes widen. My tongue slides against his bottom lip and before he can do anything, I pull away. I smirk back at him, his expression completely taken aback. “I guess I can shut you up.”

I go to leave but Seth grabs me and pulls me back to him, his lips slamming down on mine. My mouth opens for him and his hungry tongue slips inside to dance with mine. My hands slide up his chest. Up into his hair while his wrap around me. We fall onto the couch, my back going into the cushions. My legs part for him and he presses his hard cock against me through his jeans, making me moan. He answers my moan with one of his own and I swear to God this feels absolutely wonderful.

Which frightens me.

I should push him away. I should tell him to fuck off. That I’m too drunk to be doing this or that I’m too drunk to know what I’m doing. When in reality, I hadn’t had a drink in the last two hours and I know exactly what I’m doing. My fingers play with his waistband. My hand pulls his shirt up. My palms press against his spine. He shudders when I nip his bottom lip.

Stop, Rachel. He’s an asshole. You’ve got to stop this.

But his kisses feel amazing. It feels like they are pulling me further and further into an abyss I have no chance of escaping. And all I want to do is dive deeper inside.

There’s ringing and we stop. His eyes staring down at me, widening as if just realizing who he’s been doing this with the whole time. He quickly sits up. His warmth leaving me immediately. I run my hands through my hair while he answers the phone. My feet are already taking me to my room.

“Yeah?” I hear him say, while I close the door, barely catching a glimpse of his eyes on me.

I lean against the door, biting my lip. What the hell is wrong with me? I touch my lips, still feeling his touch.

“Broken?”