Page 28 of For the Fans
It’s pretty interesting. Subscription services for content creators is a rapidly growing business, and porn… Well, porn will always be a massive enterprise. I’ve personally never subscribed to any OnlyFans accounts, but I’ve certainly seen people promoting them… on the dark side of Twitter. And in clips on PornHub.
My thoughts are swirling as we finish up the packing, then order pizza. And just as Zeb is lighting up our farewell joint, my phone chimes in my pocket.
Pulling it out, I tap the screen to find an email from BC Housing.
“Oh shit… It’s here,” I whisper, opening the email while saying a silent prayer that I’ll be near my friends.
“Fingers crossed for Welch!” Micah chirps.
“Or Roncalli!” Bea adds.
“Yea, and hopefully you get to room with someone a little more fun than Finn.” Zeb smirks.
“Hey, at least my roommate is quiet, and clean. Unlike yours.” I peek at him, and he rolls his eyes.
Zeb couldn’t get away from his current roommate, Evan, fast enough. He’s a preppy jock, just like Kyran. Only he’s also a slob and a half who blasts country music every morning at six a.m.
“If I hear‘Save a Horse, Ride A Cowboy’one more time, I’ll stand behind said horse and let it kick me in the face,” Zeb mutters, and we all laugh. “But still… only slightly worse than your roomie, who I honest to God think might be a serial killer.”
“Oh, fuck…” I whisper, tuning him out while my eyes frantically scan the email.
“What?!” Bea whines. “Don’t leave us hanging!”
“Are they sending you down to Tudor?” Micah scoots in closer on the floor.
“Worse…” I mutter, my stomach flopping like a fish out of water. “I’m in Walsh.”
Everyone gasps.
“Walsh, as in… across campus?” Frankie looks upset.
My head drops, and I rub my temples.
Walsh, as in…Kyran’sside of campus.
Worse than that. The Walsh Residence Hall is where Kyran lived this year.
Oh my God, if we end up in the same dorms, he’ll literally make my life a living hell.
“Maybe he’ll be moved too,” Bea says nervously, already aware of my plight and clearly trying to be positive.
But we all know, Kyran moving out of Walsh is unlikely. Most of the football players live there. And if I know Kyran like I think I do, he’ll want to stay with his pack.
“Fuck me, this is awful…” I grumble.
“Ask for a transfer,” Zeb says. “Who knows? They might let you…”
“Fat chance,” I grunt, tossing my phone onto the floor. “They don’t cater to sophomores. Especially ones who aren’t on the football team, have shitty grades, and whose parents’ names aren’t on buildings and shit.”
“It won’t be so bad.” Micah nudges me. “Bright side, the Walsh dorms are supposed to be the nicest.”
“Yea, because they’re full of football all-stars and rich kids,” I sigh. “I don’t fucking belong there.”
“Well, then…” Frankie grins sympathetically, picking up a crumpled piece of paper and tossing it at me. “Looks like no better time than the present to become part of the team.”
Narrowing my gaze at her, I snatch the piece of paper, unrumpling it. And I let out a derisive scoff.
Baldwin the fucking Eagle…?
