#Chapter136

The Harper Cousins

Oliver

Splash!

What the hell? I jerked up from my bed soaked in water. I wiped my face to have Deacon standing in my room, holding a bucket.

“Why the hell did you do that?” I grabbed a shirt and dried off my face—the wrong decision. Damn, I need to do laundry. I tossed the shirt into the hamper.

“We start college next week, and you’re sleeping your life away.”

“What does it matter?” I squinted at Deacon.

“Stop sulking. It’s not great for the soul or you.” Deacon shrugged, tossing the bucket.

“People wallow when they’re feeling down. It’s an instinct.”

“Conner, not calling you...