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“Hotel room, my ass!”

My argument with Andrew made me forget about Trevor’s presence. Apparently, he had finished talking to the tow truck driver and was now listening to our conversation.

Trevor put his arm around me while glaring at Andrew. “If she doesn’t want to stay with you, then she stays with me. Period.”

“No can do,” Andrew shook his head. “She’s with me.”

“She’s my sister!”

“And she’s my mate.”

“Fu—” Andrew then turned to me. “Tell me, my sweet, pretty little sister. Who do you want to stay with? I bet you’d choose me—”

“I want to stay in the dorm.”

I took this middle ground...