Scars and Songs by Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations Read Free Book Online

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Chapter 3
     
    I showered and dressed faster than I ever thought was humanly possible. I put on running clothes, hoping that Conner would be up for a workout. We jogged together every morning, even if he had stayed at Lea’s.
    When I thought about it, for the past few months I walked over to Lea ʼs apartment almost every morning to meet up with Conner to run and have coffee. I hadnʼt realized how serious Conner must have been getting with Lea.  Then again, I hadn’t thought about anything other than my music and my dick.  Anything else hurt too damn much .  I couldn’t even begin to comprehend why the hell I was let go from my prison in hell and placed on earth again.  And I sure as hell didn’t understand why I was stuck in Shane Maxton’s body.
    I snatched a handful of aspirin to help kill the dull throbbing in my head and heard voices.  I walked into the kitchen and found Ethan sitting at the table with Tucker, eating sandwiches.
    Ethan, Conner, and I were roommates, so it wasn’t odd that Ethan was sitting at the table. Tucker sitting there was strange. He lived down the hallway in the apartment next door, with Alex and Brayden. His old man owned our building. That’s why we got away with all the crap we did. Tucker usually never came over though; he was such a slob that we never invited him. Last time he was here, he burnt an enormous hole in our leather couch when he lit a Cuban cigar. We were cleaning ashes up for days after. The jackass didnʼt even smoke; he just wanted to flaunt the cigar, and how expensive it was in everyone’s face.
    I nodded to the two of them and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
    Tucker was going on and on about some hottie he met last night, “Iʼm totally serious. I think I found my first wife!”
    Ethan was shaking his head while laughing with his mouth full of food.
    Tucker took another bite of his sandwich, and started talking and chewing at the same time. “I mean it. She is so beautiful...and sheʼs nice; really nice. Sheʼs not anything like the gang of blonde bedbugs Alex brought home last night!”
    I popped the aspirin in my mouth, cracked open the water bottle , and gulped some down half listening to Tucker’s story.
    Ethan swallowed what was in his mouth and nudged his head at Tucker, looking at me. “Hey, Shane. Tuck here says Grace is going to be his first wife. Got anything to say about that?”
    The water caught in my throat and I choked it down. I gasped and coughed, almost hurling the pills back up.
    Ethan sat at the table with a knowing grin glued to his face. “Yeah, I thought that would be your reaction,” he murmured.
    I cleared my throat and croaked, “Tucker, are you talking about Leaʼs friend? Long black hair, beautiful eyes?”
    Tucker offered me a smile full of sandwich. “Oh yeah. And instead of calling her Grace, I’m gonna call that hottie, Google , cause she has everything that I’m looking for in a woman.”  Tucker raised his asinine hands to high five us but we both ignored him.
    Ethan guffawed. His eyes danced between Tucker and me. I didn ʼt understand what he was playing at. Maybe he wanted me to knock the crap out of Tucker, or maybe he just wanted to see my reaction to Tuck liking Grace?
    Ethan held up an index fi nger, giggling. “Tucker here is confessing to meeting the woman of his dreams last night, the girl he is going to marry ,” he looked at Tucker and laughed more. “Tuck, why don’t you tell Shane about those bedbugs from last night?  You know the girls you met up with after you left Lea and Grace’s apartment.”
    Tucker slammed his hands down on the table. Pieces of his sandwich flopped onto the floor, but he didn ʼt even notice.  Jackhat .
    “Oh man, Alex and Brayden came home with four girls last night. I bagged two of them at the same time. Man, it was AWESOME!”
    I clenched my fists, “What about Grace?  Tuck?  Did you do anything with Grace?”
    Ethan laughed so hard that tears