Broken Hill Havoc (Broken Hill High Series 5)

I mean, I knew college was going to be difficult, but never in a million years did I expect it to exhaust me the way it does. Especially after dealing with all that crap this morning and going to my afternoon lecture. I now have a killer headache and a shitload of studying to do.

Why did I have to go and prove a point to myself and take on so much work? This is killing me. All I want to do is crawl into my bed and stay there for the next seven years, hoping I can wake up at the end with my Harvard Law Diploma in my hand and skip through all the in between bullshit.

I guess my only saving grace is knowing that Nate will be home when he finishes work. I’m kind of hoping he’s already there as I want nothing more than to fall down into his arms and go straight to sleep, but I haven’t had that kind of luck today. Besides, he’s been so excited about his projects that he’s been working like crazy on them. I don’t doubt they’ll be done soon and then he’ll be looking for the next one, and then the next.

I love his dedication. It’s so damn sexy.

He’s been living with me for only a few days and so far, I’m loving it. It’s not like it’s a big difference from what we were doing before. We were already together every night and waking up in each other’s arms. We’d go off to college or Nate would go to work, then come night, we’d do it all again. But knowing in my heart that it’s official, that we’re moving forward to the next step of our lives is something that has my heart so full of love. It’s a feeling I never want to lose.

I pull up at home and it must be well past seven o’clock at night. I’ve spent the last few hours in the library trying to get through as much work as possible, not wanting to come home and think about Brooke and her jackass boyfriend in the next room. The only reason I gave in and came home was that too many people were in the library and my stomach was starting to grumble. Having no painkillers in my bag might have also contributed to that.

I sit in my car and look around the street with a groan. Jesse’s car is here, Brooke’s car is here, Jackson’s car is here, and so is Puck’s. Great. Just fucking great.

I open my car door and I instantly hear the loud thumping coming from the speakers within my home. There aren’t people spilling out onto the street, but if Jesse has invited people over for a party in my home, I’m going to fucking kill him. Any day but today.

With each step I take toward my front door, the angrier I get. Maybe it’s the headache wanting to turn into a migraine, or maybe it’s all the bullshit from the last few days wanting to catch up with me. Whatever it is, I’m a bomb ready to explode.

I slam my way through my front door to hear a chorus of uninvited people yelling out my name, holding up beers with their feet all over my expensive coffee table.

Fuck no. Not tonight.

Jesse jumps up and launches himself over the back of the couch, clearly in a very good mood. Unfortunately for him, I’m not. “Hey, hey,” he grins, jogging up to me. I see it in his eyes that he’s ready to throw me over his shoulder and throw me into the middle of the party.

I step back from him with my hand out, halting his advance. “What the fuck is all this?” I question as Brooke looks back over her shoulder to scrunch her face up at me. I know I was originally trying to be the bigger person in all this because she was upset and in denial, but fuck that. After she accused Nate of beating up Lukas and has treated me like shit in my own home, I scrunch my face right back at her. That bitch.

“Woah,” Jesse laughs, stepping into me and throwing his heavy arm over my shoulder. “What crawled up your ass?”

“Don’t,” I warn him, shrugging off his arm and walking into the house. Jesse follows me in as I dump my shit down on the table. “I’m not in the mood.”

Jess grabs me and tugs me towards the couch. “Come on,” he tells me. “Get yourself a drink and relax. You’re so wound up.”

“Don’t,” I snap, ripping my arm out of his hold and making every eye in the room turn my way. “What are you even doing here?”

“We came to chill out with you. You’re always so busy with school work. I thought you could use some friends,” he says, looking back over his shoulder at the room full of people. I mean, I know I only saw the three cars outside, but all those cars seem to have been filled to the brim. There are way too many people sitting in my living room right now.