Free Trust Me (Finding my way) by R.S Burnett Page A

the table.
    “ What’s wrong?” she asks turning from her conversation with Matt.
    “ I just got asked if I had a threesome with Ethan and Tucker last night,” I tell her eating my banana.
    She laughs, doesn ’t apologise, and doesn’t look sympathetic; just laughs making everyone at the table stop talking to watch us.
    “ Glad you find my apparent sexual activities entertaining.”
    “ What’s so funny?” Matt asks.
    “ Sorry. I didn’t think Ethan would be there; he usually stays out,” Sophie says ignoring the question. “Wait, so where did you sleep?” she asks me and I watch as everyone stares at me waiting for my answer.
    “ In Tucker’s bed,” I say quietly.
    “ Then where did you sleep?” Matt asks him.
    “ In my bed,” he says as if it should be obvious.
    “ You slept in the same bed?” Matt asks dumbly.
    “ Yes,” I snap.
    “ And you didn’t have sex?” he clarifies.
    “ Nope, but she did mention something about me being huge,” he grins and winks at me.
    I throw my banana peel at him “Not funny. People think we had a threesome with Ethan,” I tell him.
    “ No. I can’t see you doing that,” he says sweeping his eyes over me.
    Two guys walk past our table and grin at me “Hey Brooke,” they greet me with a wink.
    “ But they can,” Tucker laughs at me.
    “ You do realise that the students here all have very colourful imaginations. So, I’m just wondering if they are picturing it with you behind Ethan…or with Ethan behind you.” I smile widely as his face drops and he looks a little sick. “Not so funny now is it?” I ask picking up my sandwich.
    “ How can you just carry on as if it’s normal?” he asks watching me take a bite.
    “ All this sex I’m supposed to be having is making me hungry,” I shrug at him.
    “ So no one had sex in that room last night?” Matt asks still surprised.
    “ Uh, no. First of all, I would not have sex with an audience, second of all, I would not be an audience to someone else having sex,” I state firmly.
    “ Besides, she wouldn’t be able to walk properly if she had sex with me,” Tucker winks at me and hi-fives Matt.
    “ I really do worry about all the women you sleep with,” I sigh.
    “ Why? I always wear a condom,” he replies offended.
    “ That may be the case, but do you wear it properly?” I ask now that I have his full attention.
    “ What do you mean?”
    “ It just concerns me that perhaps you’re not covering the right dick, do you put it on the one between your legs…or the one on your forehead?” I tilt my head to the side as if considering him.
    “ Speaking of imaginative body parts, that reminds me…I’m missing some socks did you take them?” he asks smirking
    “ What the hell would I do with your socks?” I ask frowning.
    “ Trying to compensate for something maybe?” he asks staring pointedly at my chest.
    “ You tell me, considering I woke up with your hand wrapped around one,” I raise an eyebrow.
    “ You’re right, they’re very real,” he sighs.
    “ You two should just have sex and get it over with,” Sophie laughs, putting a stop to our insults.
    “ She’s not my type,” Tucker announces.
    “ You’re type is anything that can breathe on its own,” Matt snorts
    “ No. She’s not nice enough,” he sniffs
    “ I’m nice, just not to you” I admit.
    “ You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to show me a bit of respect now and again,” he turns to me.
    “ How so?” I ask, knowing something ridiculous is coming.
    “ You could refer to me as god and the odd curtsey wouldn’t go a miss either,” he nods, as if the decision is made.
    “ Hmmm…” I sigh looking up at the ceiling.
    “ What?” he follows the direction of my eyes with his own.             
    “ I’m just wondering whether, after I have killed you, should I roast or fry your body parts before I feed them to the dogs?”
    “ See what I mean,” he demands pointing at me “Can’t you just be