Gamed (A Standalone Romance Novel) (Bad Boy Romance) by Claire Adams Page B
Authors: Claire Adams
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think I came back too fast. I mean, I'm just here to get some more of my
stuff," I said.
She brushed back
her curly hair and blinked wet eyes at me. "I can't even imagine how hard
this is for you. Darla thought about taking down all the notes, but she finally
decided it was a good memorial for everyone."
"No, she's
right. It’s wonderful." I made sure to look anywhere but the door covered
in condolences. "How's class?"
"I've got all
the notes for you and I asked a few of the students that film his lectures to
send you links. I think you can catch up no problem."
I put a hand
against the wall and wondered if I was going to retch. "Sounds good."
"No, no it
doesn't. Oh, Quinn, I'm so sorry," she said. "You know there is a
school policy that lets students take a semester off. Family tragedy is a
completely understandable reason for needing the time."
"No, it’s
fine. I'll be back soon. Thanks so much for keeping me up to date," I
said. The idea of all the make-up work was overwhelming, but I managed a smile
for my lab partner. "Are you doing okay on your own or did they assign you
a new partner?"
"A new
partner. Remember the guy with the glasses that I kind of had a crush on? So
really, it’s no problem," she smiled.
I was glad for the
change of topic. "He's a friend of Trent's. We'll have to try a double
date some time."
Her smile slipped
as she checked her watch. "I gotta run but you
take care, Quinn. See you again soon!"
I turned and ran
down the stairwell. Now that she had mentioned taking a semester off, the idea
was taking root. I needed time to figure out what I really wanted to do and if
UCLA was really the place for me. So, naturally, before I decided to leave
college, the person I needed to talk to was my college boyfriend. I headed out
the door and straight for Trent's dorm.
He should have
been in his economics class. There was a sunny common room two doors down from
his dorm room and I planned to wait there until he got back. It was always easy
to hear when Trent was coming.
Only when I passed
his door, I heard something that made my heart stop. A low moan tipped up to a
tight, ragged sigh before settling back into heavy breathing.
His
roommate? I wondered. I could not force myself to keep walking
and stood rooted to the floor outside his door.
An unmistakable
rhythm was building behind Trent's door and a duet of soft groans was getting
louder. I prayed it was his roommate. Trent's roommate had a desk cluttered
with photographs of his high school sweetheart. Maybe she was visiting.
"Ooo, Big T
likes that, baby."
Trent's voice was
heavy, but I heard it clearly. Before I could stop myself, I turned the handle
and threw open the door.
My boyfriend was
bent over, one knee on his twin bed, the other foot planted on the floor. Standing
square behind him with his pants around his ankles was a short guy with black
curly hair.
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Trent's lover grabbed his
pants but still tripped as he pushed away from my boyfriend. Trent dove onto
the bed and rolled into the covers, but not before I saw he was completely
naked.
"You're
gay?" I asked, though it came out as more of a shout.
"Don't
overreact, Quinn," Trent said. He stood up and wrapped the bedspread
around his waist. "I think we can all be adults about this. John knows all
about you."
"I know. I
introduced you two!" I could not control the volume of my voice.
Trent shushed me
as he dodged around and shut the door behind me. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about
that."
"We're in the
same nursing program," I said. "I introduced you at the mixer last
month. Wait, how long has this been going on?"
John buckled his
pants and pulled on his shirt. Then, he crossed his arms and looked at Trent. "I
thought she knew about us."
"And that's
supposed to make it okay?" I asked.
John shrugged.
"Trent said you were cool with it. I thought you two had, like, an open
relationship or something."
"Is that what
you told him?" I asked Trent.
"Look, Quinn,
I get it. I should have
think I came back too fast. I mean, I'm just here to get some more of my
stuff," I said.
She brushed back
her curly hair and blinked wet eyes at me. "I can't even imagine how hard
this is for you. Darla thought about taking down all the notes, but she finally
decided it was a good memorial for everyone."
"No, she's
right. It’s wonderful." I made sure to look anywhere but the door covered
in condolences. "How's class?"
"I've got all
the notes for you and I asked a few of the students that film his lectures to
send you links. I think you can catch up no problem."
I put a hand
against the wall and wondered if I was going to retch. "Sounds good."
"No, no it
doesn't. Oh, Quinn, I'm so sorry," she said. "You know there is a
school policy that lets students take a semester off. Family tragedy is a
completely understandable reason for needing the time."
"No, it’s
fine. I'll be back soon. Thanks so much for keeping me up to date," I
said. The idea of all the make-up work was overwhelming, but I managed a smile
for my lab partner. "Are you doing okay on your own or did they assign you
a new partner?"
"A new
partner. Remember the guy with the glasses that I kind of had a crush on? So
really, it’s no problem," she smiled.
I was glad for the
change of topic. "He's a friend of Trent's. We'll have to try a double
date some time."
Her smile slipped
as she checked her watch. "I gotta run but you
take care, Quinn. See you again soon!"
I turned and ran
down the stairwell. Now that she had mentioned taking a semester off, the idea
was taking root. I needed time to figure out what I really wanted to do and if
UCLA was really the place for me. So, naturally, before I decided to leave
college, the person I needed to talk to was my college boyfriend. I headed out
the door and straight for Trent's dorm.
He should have
been in his economics class. There was a sunny common room two doors down from
his dorm room and I planned to wait there until he got back. It was always easy
to hear when Trent was coming.
Only when I passed
his door, I heard something that made my heart stop. A low moan tipped up to a
tight, ragged sigh before settling back into heavy breathing.
His
roommate? I wondered. I could not force myself to keep walking
and stood rooted to the floor outside his door.
An unmistakable
rhythm was building behind Trent's door and a duet of soft groans was getting
louder. I prayed it was his roommate. Trent's roommate had a desk cluttered
with photographs of his high school sweetheart. Maybe she was visiting.
"Ooo, Big T
likes that, baby."
Trent's voice was
heavy, but I heard it clearly. Before I could stop myself, I turned the handle
and threw open the door.
My boyfriend was
bent over, one knee on his twin bed, the other foot planted on the floor. Standing
square behind him with his pants around his ankles was a short guy with black
curly hair.
#
Trent's lover grabbed his
pants but still tripped as he pushed away from my boyfriend. Trent dove onto
the bed and rolled into the covers, but not before I saw he was completely
naked.
"You're
gay?" I asked, though it came out as more of a shout.
"Don't
overreact, Quinn," Trent said. He stood up and wrapped the bedspread
around his waist. "I think we can all be adults about this. John knows all
about you."
"I know. I
introduced you two!" I could not control the volume of my voice.
Trent shushed me
as he dodged around and shut the door behind me. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about
that."
"We're in the
same nursing program," I said. "I introduced you at the mixer last
month. Wait, how long has this been going on?"
John buckled his
pants and pulled on his shirt. Then, he crossed his arms and looked at Trent. "I
thought she knew about us."
"And that's
supposed to make it okay?" I asked.
John shrugged.
"Trent said you were cool with it. I thought you two had, like, an open
relationship or something."
"Is that what
you told him?" I asked Trent.
"Look, Quinn,
I get it. I should have
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