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“No!” Psycho roommate wails, pressing her face into her hands and walking back to her room. “No more.” She slams the door shut.

For a moment we all look at each other. Seth’s lips twitch into an evil grin which makes me giggle. God, I really must be drunk. Lucas shakes his head, but he’s smiling and before I know it, my feet are following Seth to her door. All our fists bang on her door over and over again.

“Breakfast Race!” I shout.

“Race!” Lucas and Seth shout together.

“Come on!” Shouts Seth. “Just one little race.”

“We’re not going to stop,” I call in a sing song voice, earning a cackle from Seth.

“Not until you face us like a man.” Lucas bangs on the door with both fists.

The door opens and my fist nearly connects with her nose. Thankfully, I stop myself and barely have time to get out of her way as she blazes past us.

“Fine,” she says, shoving on her shoes and I have to admit, it’s quite hot seeing her so riled up, with her hair in a messy bun, now wearing tight yoga pants and a baggy white shirt. I watch her bend over to put on her Chuck Taylor’s. She has a very nice ass. However, her choice in running shoes are not the greatest. At least they’ll stay on her feet. I glance over and see Lucas and Seth also ogling her ass and grimace. So they like what they see, too?

“Well, what are you waiting for you stupid oafs?” She rises and scowls up at us while placing her hands on her hips. Her scowl is more of a squint and I shake my head, trying to stop whatever thoughts coming to mind.

She is definitely cute.

I’m obviously trashed.

Nothing about this girl is hot and sexy, like Millie.

Ah… Millie…. I allow myself a moment to think of big breasted Millie pulling her leg over her head. However, the thought is unfortunately interrupted by Rachel in her cute button-down pajamas.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Alright!” Seth shouts, leading the way outside the apartment and down the stairs.

Unfortunately, my head is pounding. Thankfully, my vision is no long blurred. But, my stomach is definitely lurching at the thought of movement. Fast movement. I’m probably going to throw up in the middle of this race.

“Seth, not too far,” I say, but it comes out as more of a moan.

Seth rolls his eyes. “Big baby,” I hear him mutter.

He’s lucky I’m too hung-over to pummel him for that.

We stop at the sidewalk and I wait for the asshole to give instructions. Seth looks both ways and points at a stop sign about a five minute walk away. Oh, thank God.

“To that sign and back,” he says. He towers over Rachel, smirking down at her like some wicked villain from a movie. “Loser has to make breakfast.”

“And winner?” Asks Lucas.

I size him up. He’s a tall man, but he’s a rower, not a runner. Maybe his long legs could help him, but he isn’t as adept to running like me and Seth. Well, me on a good day. We’ll see how this goes. I glance at psycho roommate. Short, can’t even do five pushups. Oh, we’ll totally destroy her.

“Winner gets breakfast Lukie,” says Seth. “That’s it.”

Lucas eyes psycho roommate up and down as if he has other things on his mind. I feel my eyes squinting at him in an absolute failure of a scowl and I move to stand next to psycho girl, silently cursing myself for acting so annoyingly possessive. I glance down at her. Yeah, she is definitely easy on the eyes. Could smile a bit more though.

“On your marks!” Shouts Seth, bending down into a starting position. “Get set!”

I roll my shoulders and get into my sprinting position.

“Go!”

I bolt, feeling the wind whipping through my blonde hair. Seth is in front of me, which is no surprise. My stomach lurches and I feel bile in my throat. Don’t you dare vomit. Seth hits the sign right before me and turns on his heel, making a mad dash back to the apartment. Lucas is right behind me, and pyscho girl on his heels. I’m actually surprised she’s doing so well. I tap the sign and dash back towards the apartment, nearly running into Seth.

“Let’s go Lukie!” Seth hollers.

“Shut the fuck up!” A neighbor without a shirt on shouts from a window above us.

“No, you shut the fuck up!” Shouts Seth while I give the asshole above us the finger.

I turn around, seeing psycho girl about to surpass him. “Go, go, go!” I shout. “Come on!” I don’t even know who I’m rooting for. Lukie, or psycho girl?

Lucas’s arms pump harder and soon he’s leaving psycho girl behind, running across our imaginary finish line. Psycho girl follows after, gasping for breath and leaning over as if she has just run a marathon.

“Breakfast!” Seth shouts, bounding up the stairs. “Breakfast! Breakfast!” He turns around and shouts from the staircase, “You lose, psycho bitch!”

She follows after us, walking slowly as if there are weights attached to each leg. “This isn’t fair,” she grumbles.

Seth throws himself onto the couch, leaning his head back in the cushions. “I want French toast,” he murmurs, already falling asleep.

“An egg white omelet for me,” says Lucas, falling onto the couch next to Seth.

I rub my shoulder, trying to get the kinks out of it. I really don’t need my shoulder giving out on me today in practice. Our first game is on Saturday, and I really need it up and working.

Psycho roommate whirls around to face me. “And what do you want?”

I scowl back at her. It’s not my fault she sucks at sports and I’m in no mood to be treated so rudely. “Coffee,” I growl, towering over her.

She shifts nervously in front of me, her mouth opening to say something, but she quickly closes it and turns her attention to the kitchen. Yeah, that’s what I thought. I whip out