I blinked slowly at him. Had he said something? “My what?”
He sighed heavily. “The code, dude. To get into your apartment. You weigh a ton. Tell me the fucking code so I can dump you inside.”
“Gotta get home to Red. Gotta get home. I told her I would. Obsessed with my girl Red.”
“Yeah, yeah. When were you ever obsessed with a girl?”
Seconds later, the door was pulled open and a shocked Red stood in front of us. She was so beautiful and I was so happy to see her that my smile felt like it was splitting my face.
“Caleb!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock as she took in my drunken state.
“My girl Red. I promised I’d come home to you. Always.”
The last thing I heard before passing out was Justin’s confused voice as he stared at Red and said, “What the fuck?”
Chapter Twenty-five
Justin
The idiot was heavy.
He definitely owed me one after this. That asshole Cameron owed me too. I didn’t give shit for
free.
What am I, a fucking food bank?
One of the perks of hanging out with Caleb was that I could get into circles that normally wouldn’t welcome me. I hated kissing ass with spoiled rich sons of bitches who thought they shit gold and rainbows, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
It helped to have connections, especially now that our family business wasn’t doing well.
The shit I gotta do, I thought darkly, grunting from Caleb’s deadweight. He was singing in the elevator, the stupid shit.
“Sing with me, bro. It’s Bon Jovi.”
I glared at him. “I fucking hate Bon Jovi.”
“What? Bon Jovi’s a master. Fine, Aerosmith then.”
He was such a loser.
He paused for a second, hiccupped, and continued singing. When he stopped, he said, “I miss her. I miss my Red.”
He’d been talking about this Red the whole ride. Who was she? Or what was she? A dog, maybe? Was he hallucinating? As far as I knew, Caleb didn’t have a girlfriend.
He had flings. Everyone seemed to love the guy. Everything seemed to be so easy for him, everything just fell into his lap without him asking for it. Girls, friends, money…the basketball captainship.
What the hell was I? A statue?
Sure, I wasn’t as pretty as he was but I looked fucking hot. I went to the gym almost every day to get the mouthwatering body I had now. In fact, I had my own share of girls chasing after me. I even showed them who was boss.
Me. I was the boss.
No girl was going to pussy whip me.
The best girls were the girls who wanted Caleb. They always went running after him, and when he didn’t want them anymore, they’d come to me.
But I was tired of getting his leftovers.