Page 35 of Call the Shots
Time to shove our way into everybody's dorms.
“Rise and shine, assholes!” I shouted, my flashlight illuminating the paper in my hand. I didn’t even know whose room June and I burst into. I just kicked open the bedroom door to the right. “Sully! Get up!”
He scrambled out of bed, blonde hair sticking up. “What’s going on?!”
“You have to wake up.” I heard June from the other bedroom. “Everyone’s expected on the second floor.”
“Get your shit, second floor,now!” I tossed Sully his new key and room assignment. “Get up!”
I found Sully’s roommate, Pickles, mid-argument with June. “You can’t break in, that’s against Marrs policy—that’s againstanycollege’s policy. It’s a crime. This is a violation of privacy?—”
“Let me rephrase.” I pushed June aside. “If you don’t go downstairs with your shit, I’ll chase you through RV.”
Pickles gave me a sullen look and collected his things before we moved on to the next room.
“You don’t have to do that, I can do it myself,” June insisted.
“We don’t have all night for you to buff your nails and pick out a purse?—”
“Buff my nails? What am I, a dog?”
“—and nicely ask if they could pretty, pretty please leave their dorms.”
With the next room, June stopped me and fiddled with her phone. “Pretty please,” she muttered and blocked me again when I tried to slip the key in the lock. Music blared from her speaker as she took the key from me, shouldering the door herself before yelling, “MOVE YOUR ASS, WE’RE GOING TO THE SECOND FLOOR!”
The two of us checked off rooms on the highest floors while Denali and Elijah worked from the bottom up. At our last assigned room, I found Fridge, snoring with a book on his face.
“Fridge!” I tried to wake him, but nothing worked. I hit the side of his bed. “Fridge, get up!”
“OH MY GOD!”
I jerked back as Fridge woke up, swiping away the book, screaming like a little girl when he saw me in the darkness.
“It’s me!” I snapped. “Get your shit, second floor!” After I threw his new room key at him, I left to find June, stumbling away from the other bedroom. I gestured towards it. “What’s wrong?”
“Nick’s fucking Charlie’s mom!”
“What?” I yanked open the door. There was Nick, with our teammate’s mom straddling him, both naked.
Nick’s frown twisted. “Bear, shut the door.”
“What are you doing?!”
Charlie’s mom blanched. “Are they hockey players?!”
“Val, don’t worry, keep going?—”
“No, Val, don’t keep going,” I interrupted. “Nick, what’s your problem? Hismom?” When Nick tried to keep arguing, I walked out. If he wanted an incentive to leave, I’d give him one.In the kitchen, there was a popcorn bucket to the side of the sink. I filled it to the brim before returning to the bedroom.
“She’s going through menopause, it doesn’t count!” Nick threw his hands up. “I can’t get her pregnant, he can’t get mad!”
Charlie’s mom scurried away, and I strode forward with the popcorn bucket.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he threatened. “Bear, don’t you FUCKING DARE!”
I dumped the water on him.
“Goddammit, Bear!” he sputtered.
