ANTHONY’S POV
My hair was dripping wet and with a towel wrapped around my waist, I strolled lazily back to my room. I didn’t expect to see Blake clad in baggy sweats and an oversized black sweater, sitting on my bed, going through my music collection.
“What the hell, Lindell? How’d you get in here?” I asked him, shutting the door behind me with a loud bang. He looked undisturbed by my outburst and just tossed aside my most prized vinyl like it was paper.
“You have way too many vinyls, Pearce.”
“What are you doing here?” I tried to sound intimidating, but that didn’t work on Blake. No one could intimidate him.
“We need to talk Pearce,” he said calmly. I rolled my eyes and moved to my drawers, intent on getting my clothes and leaving my room if he insisted on staying put.
“I’m not taki
