34
Quinn
When I stormed through the front door of my apartment, Ten was slouched on the sofa, eating from a bag of potato chips and drinking a beer as he watched television.
I slammed the door behind me and began to pace the front room.
“I’m sensing turmoil,” he said mildly.
I picked up one of his textbooks off the coffee table and heaved it as hard as I could against the wall.
“And I’m sensing it has something to do with...classwork?”
I sent him a glare. “Cora cheated on me.”
Ten dropped his beer. “s**t, man.” He popped to his feet. “So, it’s true then?”
I stopped pacing. “What? Wait, you knew about this?”
“What? No! f**k, no. I’ve just heard—I mean, come on, man. She was a total slut before you hooked up with her, but—”
“She was what?” I marched toward him. He backed up a step
