No Bad Days (Fisher Brothers 1)

I nodded, thinking back to how living on our own for the first time felt. To be honest, it was weird not having my mom around to wake me up for school, to ask me if my homework was done or if my grades were good enough. It was the first time I’d truly felt somewhat like an adult, minus paying bills and working full-time.

“Thankfully, he was willing to forgive me, and we’re trying again.”

“I always thought he was nice.”

“He is.”

When she gave me a dopey smile, I resisted the urge to tease her. Instead, I basked in the fact that she seemed happy.

“So, what’s formal like?”

“Pretty much what you’d expect, but with lots of sorority girls. Which is annoying because when you’re not one of them, you’re fully aware that you aren’t one of them.”

“Are they mean?” I asked, suddenly wondering what I had gotten myself into.

“Not really. You’re not in the Greek system, so they’ll most likely ignore you.”

“Okay then.” I laughed uncomfortably. “I’m excited about it, anyway.”

“You should be. You’ll have the hottest date there.” She waggled her eyebrows. “And now we can go shopping for dresses together.”

“Thank God. You know I can’t be trusted to shop alone.”

I was a terrible shopper. The second I walked through the mall doors, I wanted to turn around and go back home. While most girls seemed to live for all things fashion, I couldn’t care less about any of it. My style was definitely more comfort over anything else.

Rachel grinned. “You are a bad shopper. But you have cute fashion sense, even if you don’t realize it. You would have done all right for yourself.”

I shook my head, smirking at her assessment.

“All right, gotta jet to class. See you later.” She gave me a quick hug before running out the door.

Later that evening, I had my books spread out across the kitchen table, my laptop open, and handwritten notes everywhere. My cell phone beeped a text notification while I was in the middle of writing, but I ignored it. After the fourth text in less than a minute, I finally tore myself away from my studies to read it.

Please tell me you’re listening to KRAS right now.

I scrolled through the other texts to see they all basically said the same thing, demanding I turn on the radio. I jumped from my chair and hurried to the stereo in our living room to click the power button before turning the dial to the right station.

Nick’s laughter filled the living room.

“So, tell us your question for Grand Master Paz, Nick,” the DJ asked.

“All right.” Nick cleared his throat. “I was calling because I wanted to get your advice on something about my girl.”

His girl? Me? What on earth could he possibly want to know from a Compton rapper about me?

“Ask away, Nick. I’ll see if I can help.”

“Well, I was wondering if . . . How can I convince my girl to have a threesome with me? She isn’t into it, but I’d like to change her mind.”

My ears started to ring as his words reverberated through my head.

What the hell? A threesome? And he was asking this on the radio, where everyone in the general area could hear and was most likely listening?

I didn’t wait for Dickmaster Dickface’s response before I pressed the power button again, shutting it off, and started pacing back and forth.

My text messages blew up again.

Nice boyfriend.