Unhinged Love

Chapter 1

Conrad's POV

**22-year-old college graduation**

"Get out of bed," my roommate yelled at me. I groaned and flung my arm, hitting another body.

"Ouch," the squeaky voice shrilled next to me. I rubbed my eyes and sat up looking at the blonde pulling the covers over herself. Damn it, I thought. I wasn't supposed to sleep with her again. Holly. She was the only girl that I slept with regularly. All the others were one and done. Something about her kept me coming back. It was probably her giant t**s and her ability to suck c**k.

"Babe, when are we going to stop screwing around and make this official between the two of us?" she asked, rolling over to my side. My body froze because that was the last thing that I wanted. It was a good thing that I was moving out of here and going to law school after summer. I had plans to spend my summer drinking. Once I was at law school, I wouldn't have time to do that, and it would be time to get serious about things.

"Holly, you know that isn't going to happen. I graduate today, and I'm moving back home before I move away for law school," I told her, trying to be gentle about it. I had never once let her believe that there would ever be anything between us. In fact, I had told her that this was only a s****l thing and would never be anything more, and she seemed OK with that. f*****g girls and their feelings.

"I know. I thought we could spend the summer traveling and being together, and I get my degree today, so I could move in with you and work while you go to law school."

"I'm sorry, beautiful, but you knew what it was. I don't want a relationship. I've told you this. We've had our fun, but it's time to go our separate ways," I said, and she got up out of bed, but not before giving me a nice view of her ass, and it was just as nice as her t**s. I'm going to miss f*****g her, but it's time to move on.

She jerked the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her body. I'm sure our clothes were strung throughout the house from last night. We came in hot and drunk. I got out of bed to help her. "Holly wait," I yelled, and she stopped in the door, with the top of her t**s showing and all of her legs. I already had morning wood, but this wasn't helping my cause. I walked up to her and leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, "How about one last blow job for the road?" I asked. I know I'm a complete asshole, but I can't seem to help it.

She reached back and slapped me across the face. I reached up and rubbed my face, feeling the sting, and she left. "You're a f*****g asshole," she yelled in my face, and then stormed out of my room, and it only took her about ten seconds to slam the front door, doing the walk of shame in my sheet.

My roommate opened his door and stuck his head out, "What did you do this time?"

"Asked for a blow job for the road, after I told her we couldn't be a couple and that I was moving away and didn't want to take her with me."

"That's a d**k move, even for you."

"I know, but I didn't know how else to get it through her head that I didn't want anything else. We had agreed on that a long time ago, and she knew I was sleeping with other girls, but she always came back. She was the only one I slept with more than once and on a regular basis."

"Are you sure it's cool if I stay for two more weeks?" he asked.

"Not a problem. I leave tomorrow, just don't wreck it," I said, and shut the door and went to the shower. My roommate was a good guy on hard times. I met him my sophomore year here. He was also a sophomore and didn't have a job and lost his place to live. I had my own place and no one lived with me, so I let him crash here, and he just ended up staying. He got a job and paid rent, and it worked out well. We've become good friends, but he is going into the workforce and I have three more years of school.

I got in the shower. I only had two hours to get to the university for graduation. My family was meeting me there. They flew in last night, but I had gone to a party with the promise of going to dinner with them tonight. I grew up with three brothers, and we all had a close relationship, but it's been hard being away from them like this. We've grown apart over the last four years, but I know if I were to call any of them, they would be there for me in a second. My parents, well, they were my parents. My mom was into image more than anything and my father worked a lot. Don't get me wrong, his job has provided me with an easy life and a trust fund, and he pays for everything for me. I've never had to work a day in my life. The only thing I had to do was get good grades, which was always easy for me, but I knew going into law school things would change, and I would have to really apply myself.

I stood in my closet and stared at the suit and tie that I had dry-cleaned for today, but God, I hated them. My two older brothers and dad wore them every day of their life, but they were restricting and itchy. I grabbed it and shoved it into the back of the closet and grabbed my dark washed jeans and a black t-shirt. My mom would scold me for wearing this, but I didn't care. I slipped into the clothes and grabbed my favorite pair of boots that I wore everywhere and headed back into the bathroom. I got my hair styled and brushed my teeth, opting for a five o'clock shadow today. I thought it made me look a little older and the cougars loved that.

"Brandon, I'll see you at graduation," I yelled to my roommate and headed out of my place. I loved this little house. It held some great memories, but I was so ready to leave it and move on to the next part of my life.

I slid into my Audi RS5 and hit the button to start the car. I roared to life and my seat vibrated with the engine. I loved this car. My parents gave it to me for graduation. They made the same deal with all of us boys. Be the valedictorian and get any car under a hundred thousand. I was the only one who managed. The other three were close, but I took the cake getting my car and I have yet to let them live it down. They still had nice cars but not as nice as mine.

I whipped into my parking spot at the university and got out of my car and grabbed my cap and gown out of the back. I put the gown on and left it open and held the cap in my hand and headed for my spot in the stadium.

"Oh my god, look at you," my mother squealed and gave me a hug and kiss after the ceremony. "I'm proud of you son," my father said, shaking my hand. Max jumped on my back and knocked my cap off and gave me a damn noogie, messing up my hair. I flipped him over my shoulder and his feet hit the ground and I quickly wrapped my arm around his throat.

"Boys, knock that s**t off," my mom whispered yelled at us. I let go of him, and he raised his hands in defeat.

"Conrad, you couldn't have put a suit on for today," my mother said in her disapproving tone. She was really going to love the next part. I pulled the gown off, and I thought she was going to have a heart attack looking at the full sleeve of tattoos I had finally finished. I watched as her eyes narrowed in on them and her face turned to a glare. She would hate the ones on my chest if she ever saw them, but she wouldn't. She didn't say a word, and I was shocked.

"Congratulations Conrad," Lily said. She was my brother Barrette's girlfriend. She grew up next door to us and, man, I hated her. She had stick shoved so far up her ass I don't think that Barrette ever got laid. I've never liked her but honestly it doesn't surprise me that he is with her. She is this perfect blonde barbie, with brains though. They've both finished law school and have careers and the perfect little life. Exactly what he wants. If he's happy with her then whatever.

"Let's go eat," my father said and we all headed out. Max followed me to my car. I was glad he did. He was just finishing up his first year of university and it would be good to check in with him. That first year can be tough, hell I don't remember much of my first year. We both got into the car and I started it up, getting the same feeling that it always gives me when the seat vibrates.

"So how was your first year?" I asked.

"It f*****g sucked. I don't know that I'm cut out for law school."

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know. I just can't imagine going to school for another six years. It's f*****g stupid."

"What else would you do?"

"Nothing because it's what I want to do but I don't understand why we have taken all these stupid classes that we will never use. Do I need to know about world history to practice law?"

"You don't but the school requires it. Who knows maybe you will need it for a case." I said and he scoffed at me.

"It gets better and dad said that your grades were good when I talked to him."

"Of course, my grades are good. It's just old that's all."

"Well, you have three months off now."

"True."

"Hang in there man, I promise it gets better." I told him as we pulled into the restaurant. He didn't say much to that and just got out of the car and headed inside following behind my parents and other brothers. My dad had made reservations at the nicest place in town. It was packed as expected but we were taken right back to a private table in the back. I watched as Barrette pulled the chair out for Lily and wanted to gag. God if I ever get with a woman like her, shoot me in the damn head. Everyone got seated and my father ordered a bottle of wine but that s**t was nasty. I ordered a beer and ignored the look from my mother once again.

"Son, your mother and I are very proud of you and wanted to give you this as a graduation present." my father said and he pulled out an envelope and handed it across the table to me. I ripped it open and pulled out two plane tickets and hotel reservations for the Bahamas. A trip for two. An extra person of my choosing. I thought I would call Brandon and see if wanted to go with me but when I looked up and saw the hopeful look in Max's eyes, I knew I was taking him. I pulled one out and handed it to him, "Pack your bags brother we're going on a trip." I said and he broke out in a big smile and I knew this meant more to him than anything else right now.