Chapter 53
Ethan
Harvard University
Twenty-One Years Before the Outing
He drew the strings tight, and the fabric molded to his head. The hem of the hood rested heavy against his forehead.
“Ingenious,” the resident adviser said, rubbing his beard. Several strands of duct tape remained affixed to the wall. The
RA assessed the adhesion visually, then with a slight tug of his calloused index finger and thumb. “Truly remarkable. This
is just the kind of innovation and tactical thinking Harvard is looking for.” He faced the girl with hair the color of a dead
crab and tits big enough to nurse a cow who’d tricked them into carrying her fucking low-rent box from the subway stop. He
wasn’t a fucking valet. Or a moron. The moron was his jackass of a roommate who’d actually put their fucking killer dorm room
on the line.
It was the other chick’s idea. The stuck-up one with eyes of ice, and he hates himself that he’d do anything to fuck her.
Still. She’d made him do it. Staring at him from the doorway with gleaming hair and fluttering lashes, teasing him, testing
him. His dick throbbed, about to burst.
Now he’d lost his goddamn Hugh Hefner dorm room to the cunt.
The RA walked the pair, who must have gotten in off of blow jobs not SAT scores, down the hall. The crowd who’d gathered to
hear the ruling dispersed.
“Come on.” His fuckwad of a roommate picked at the hair on his arms. “I’m sticky as shit.”
“Fuck all, if I care.” He kicked at the strands of duct tape coiled like a molted snakeskin.
The roommate stilled, rolled bits of adhesive between his fingers. “Your fault, dude.”
“You made the bet.”
“Never woulda been offered the bet if you hadn’t jizzed in her roommate’s underwear. Chicks stick together, dumbass.” This
made a couple of dudes turn back to listen, and the fuckwad added, “So it is actually your fault, Jizzum.”
“Name’s Ethan, you dipshit.”
“Not anymore, Barney Jizz.” The roommate called to the guys up ahead. “Yo, wait up, burgers at Mr. Bartley’s on me.”
Ethan yanked on the string of his hoodie so hard, it broke. He didn’t know how and he didn’t know when, but when the chance
came, he’d take the bitches down.