Chapter 8

Arrick’s POV

I get out of the cab and drag my rucksack with me. Tired today after the long flight on a commercial airline from LA, and glad to be back on my home turf. It was a hell of a week at a bachelor party that turned into a crazy, endless, sleepless, drunk-fueled mess. I don’t remember half of it, and I’m sure I still have that Veronica girl’s cell number written on my chest in red lipstick. I went straight from bed with that blonde girl, Tanya or Tracey, whatever her name was, to the airport, and now I’m desperate for a shower.

It’s not like me to hit on women for a one-night hookup only, but it was my last night in LA, and I knew I would never see either of them again. Sometimes being a horny male slut is as good as going twelve hard rounds in the boxing ring to relieve tension. I’m getting as bad as Jake, and I know I should curb some of the reckless behavior lately. I just feel so listless and restless all the time, out of whack, and school is boring me. I’m s