Chapter Eight
Junior year began with a bang
As soon as I arrived at the boarding house that hot August afternoon, I learned that my room had been rented to a new grad student and I had no place to stay but on Maximus third floor.
Hot, tired and still reeling from the shock of my personal space ripped out from under me, I stomped upstairs and fumed, doing nothing but pace the room until Maximus returned from wherever hed been. Obviously, hed not gone far because the apartment wasnt locked when I arrived.
The longer he was gone, the more the smoldering anger in me festered. Soon as he walked in the door I was on him. Can you believe it? That f*****g old fart rented my room!
What? Whos an old fart?
Mr. Dwyer. He rented out my room!
Yes, I know. So, how about a kiss hello, C
