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can do the floors. It could be a bonding moment.” I grimace as the words come out. Bonding moment. Ha! Like we could ever bond over anything.

“Bonding moment,” Lucas laughs. “Did you hear that, Seth?”

Seth rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I heard.”

“I don’t have time for this,” says Hunter. “I’ve got things to do.”

“Yeah, coming from the one who makes the most mess,” says Seth.

Hunter shrugs. “I’m a busy man.”

“I’m sure if we all help out, it can be done in a couple hours.”

Hunter groans. “Seth, make it stop speaking.”

“Well, do you have a better idea?” I rest my hands on my hips. “I mean, I didn’t even make the mess and I’m willing to help out.”

That earns me a scowl from both Seth and Hunter. “How kind of you,” Hunter nearly growls.

A terrible smile curls Seth’s lips and that small voice in my head returns. Go back to your room and forget you said anything. He stalks towards me, towering over me, but I am not going to be scared. I hold my ground, frowning up at him and waiting for whatever stupid nonsense he’s about to utter.

“I have an idea,” he says, and with his tone of voice I feel another tug towards my door. “The one who does the least push-ups cleans the apartment.”

“I can definitely get down with that,” says Hunter.

“Sounds good,” says Lucas.

I shake my head. “That’s ridiculous.” Not to mention I’m not even sure I can do one push-up let alone the hundreds I would need to stay in the game with these idiots.

“Shall we have a vote?” Seth turns on his heal and waltzes back to the couch. “All for push-up challenge raise your hand.”

All three bastards raise their stupid hands.

“All for not?”

I don’t raise my hand, scowling at the three in front of me.

Seth pouts mockingly. “That’s three against one, roomie.”

“You have to be freaking kidding me.” I stomp my foot, knowing I look childish yet not giving two shits. “I’m not doing this.”

“But you have to,” says Seth. “We had a vote and everything. You did call a roommate meeting, right?”

I pinch my nose and look skyward. “But it’s not fair! I can’t even do one push-up.”

Seth shrugs. “Me neither. I’m a track athlete, not a muscle head like Hunter. Who knows, maybe you beat me and I’ll have to clean up the mess.”

I glare at him. “Yeah, sure. Like that’s likely.”

“Whatever, psycho roommate,” says Seth. “But you were the one who wanted a meeting,” he points at me, looking annoyed. “You were the one who couldn’t live with the mess. And now we are offering you a solution and you’re snubbing your nose, looking down on us like we’re the pieces of shits when everything was fine and dandy before.”

“Fine!” I shout, my hands fisting to keep from strangling his stupid neck. “Let’s do this. Who wants to go first?” My scowl darkens when I see Mr. Bigshot Muscles Hunter raise his hand, smirking as he drops from his huge height down onto the sticky floor and quickly pumps out at least a thousand push-ups right there and then.

“101, 102, 103,” calls Seth, crouched down low while counting.

Lucas leans against the couch, crossing his arms and watching Hunter with a smirk. He looks up at me briefly and I feel his eyes raking up and down my body, as if undressing me right there. I scowl back at him, crossing my arms over my chest. This is ridiculous. Why did I even agree? Am I freaking stupid?

“200,” calls Seth and Hunter jumps up, flexing his muscles ridiculously.

“I could probably do more, but what’s the point?” He stalks over to the couch and then it’s Lucas’s turn, jumping down into a plank and continuing with this stupid show of meat headedness.

“105, 106,” Hunter and Seth yell out together.

Yep, I’m going to lose. I’m totally going to lose and they will force me to clean the whole apartment and then what? I will become their slave? Just great. Just great Rachel. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should’ve kept my mouth shut and just went to my room, but noooooo. I just had to call them out on their disgusting life style. I scowl at Seth, still calling out numbers while Lucas completes push-up after push-up. If he hadn’t just left me at the shop, then none of this would’ve happened. If he was just a nice human being I wouldn’t be stuck in this mess. Why? Why wasn’t he nice to me? What did I do wrong to deserve this?

My gaze falls on his arms, looking at the biceps stretching the thin fabric of the Fleet Feet Sports shirt. Yep, those look like they can do at least fifty push-ups. I’m out of the game. Screwed. I wonder what those arms would feel like wrapped around me. Or pinning me down to the bed.

“250,” call Seth and Hunter while Lucas stands. He takes a moment to straighten his hair and wink at Hunter.

“Show off,” mutters Hunter.

Seth pouts. “Ahh, poor Rachel. Getting nervous? Should I go easy on you?” He rests his palms on the floor and grimaces. “Ugh, this floor is nasty. Good luck to the loser.”

Lucas and Hunter chuckle.

“1,” calls out Lucas.

“2,” says Hunter.

I look away and shake my head, fighting back the stupid tears. I got myself into this mess.

“5,” says Lucas.

To my surprise Seth jumps up and shakes out his arms.

“That’s it?” Asks Hunter.

“You must be joking,” says Lucas, looking him up and down.

“Think you can beat that, roomy?” Seth leans over, his face mere inches from mine. My breath hitches, for a minute thinking he’s going to press those lips against me. His gaze dips down, my face heats at the thought of him closing the gap between us. “All you need is six,” his voice is soft and low.

I yank off my jacket and toss it at Lucas and Hunter, who both barely avoid it. It winds up hitting the couch and I roll up