"Seriously, anytime soon, they'll kill me!" I whined as I sat uncomfortably on the kitchen island. My mates were watching a movie in the Alpha Suite living room with Gaither, Erwin, Charlie, and Brandon.
"Get over it," Avery said. "Well, you see Charlie? He's thin right? But he packs a big one."
"It's really weird hearing that from a nine-year-old," Margaret said and grabbed the cookies in the oven.
"I am older than you," Avery said with a dangerous tone.
"Well, it's all about physical appearance," Margaret teased. I chuckled at their small agreement.
"Not really." I turned my body around and spot Brandon walked in.
He gave me a nod and smiled at me.
"So, when are you gonna leave?" I asked Brandon. I still can't move my feet since my a*s hurts like a b***h!
Brandon is gonna attend
