Page 6 of Alphas Like Us
I don’t care. At this point, the bed is more Donnelly’s thanmine.
But I’m in a fucking hurry. I chuck my motorcycle keys at him, and they land with a thud on his chest. “Donnelly.”
He squints and pats at the keys while glancing at the nightstand clock. It’s past noon, and the potent scent of Lucky Strikes and bourbonlingers.
“Fuck,” Donnelly groans and runs a hand through his tousled chestnuthair.
The blonde girl underneath his bicep starts waking. Rubbing her eyes, her mascara and lipstick are smudged. I spot the Zeta Beta Zeta keychain attached to her leatherpurse.
This isn’t the first sorority girl Donnelly has brought to my apartment tofuck.
She eyes me skeptically while stretching off the bed and grabbing her dress and bra. “Who areyou?”
“I’m about to leave,” I say more to Donnelly, but he’s not looking atme.
“He lives here,” Donnelly tells her with a yawn. He sits up against the headboard and watches her collect hershit.
She tugs on her dress, checks her phone and stands, not paying that much attention to him. “Okay…thanks,Daniel.”
“Donnelly.” He mouths to me,greatlay.
My brows spike and lips rise. I mouth,didn’task.
He grins and unscrews a nearly empty water bottle. Downing the last drop, he swallows and motions to the girl, then me, with the bottle. “He’s a resident at PhillyGeneral.”
She surveys me head-to-toe while tying her tangled hair in a pony. “You’re seriously adoctor?”
I lean my shoulder on the doorframe, loosely crossing my arms. I may be constantly relaxed, but I’m keeping track of the very last second that I can waste before I need to leave. “I’mseriouslya doctor, but I’m just a first-year resident.” I look to Donnelly. “Which is technically called anintern.”
He tosses the empty water in an arch, and the bottle clatters in a trash bin. “Same thing.” His South Philly accent isthick.
“Sort of,” I say. “I haven’t taken my Step 3 exam to become licensedyet.”
I’m twenty-four-years-old and I’ve already graduated medical school and I have that MD. But I won’t become a licensed physician until I complete the USMLEexam.
Donnelly shakes his head. “Unnecessarilycomplicated.”
The girl frowns. “What?” She can’t understand what he just said with his Phillylilt.
He tries to enunciate. “Unnecessarily—”
“Forget it,” she cuts him off and checks herphone.
I’d like this girl to make a quick exit about as much as she wants to make one. I cock my head. “Need me to call you an Uber?” Iask.
She texts quickly. “My friend is picking me up. Can I have theaddress?”
I tell her the address of the apartment complex, and then Donnelly swings his legs off the bed and reaches for his jeans. “Hey,” he says to the girl, “if you wanna come along, I’m going to Wawa forlunch—”
“Wawa?” she cringes. “Ew.”
I almost laugh. Fuck, she hates Wawa. My smile stretches, decently entertained because Donnelly is going to lose hisshit.
“Ew?” he repeats. “Girl, Wawa is a great wonder ofPhilly—”
“It’s just a convenience store. God, I don’t understand people’s obsession withit.”
Donnelly cringes. “Didn’t you see my tattoo?” He rotates slightly and flashes her the inked Wawa logo on his shoulderblade.
