Chapter 3 - Waylon

I couldn’t believe that I was back here. I didn’t want to return, I hated it here. But my brothers and their girlfriends were giggling from the bed, and I just stared at my computer. Doing my best to ignore them.

I wasn’t doing anything in particular. I did my best to distract myself as my brothers practically fucked on my bed. I didn’t understand why they didn’t go to their own rooms, they were right next door. But no, we had to be in close proximity.

I understood it, though. We were identical triplets. The only way to tell us apart was by how we styled our hair. Mine was a tangled mess, short on the sides and curly on top. I ran my hands through it enough to keep it crazy.

My brother Whittaker was the anal-retentive one. His hair was short on the sides and shorter on top than mine. He held everything in place with hair gel. He had to have everything perfect, and that included his girlfriend, Scarlett. The easiest way to describe her was a bleach blonde bimbo. Sure, she was nice to look at, but there wasn’t anything behind her eyes.  

My other brother Wynn’s hair was the longest of all of ours. His hair brushed against his shoulders when he didn’t have it pulled up into a bun. His girlfriend, Zoey, had long flowing auburn hair and had an affinity for awkward situations.

Zoey started to giggle as she straddled Wynn, his hand snaking its way up her shirt. I could see them from the corner of my eye.

I sighed.

“What’s wrong, Waylon?” Whittaker asked as he nuzzled against Scarlett’s neck.

I grunted at them. “You are practically fucking on my bed…don’t you think it would be better if you went to your own room?” I growled at him without taking my eyes off the computer screen.

“Awww, little Way-Way is angry that we are having some fun on his bed,” Zoey said as she pouted at me, but she ground her hips against my brother's junk anyway, making him groan.

I pulled my hand through my crazy black tangles. “I’d appreciate it if you had fun on your own beds.”

“Come on, Wynn. Let’s go to your room.” Zoey said with one final grind against his junk before standing and pulling his hand to help him up.

“We’ll be back in a bit to meet up for dinner,” Wynn said as he followed his girlfriend out of the room.

“Same,” Whittaker said as he lifted his girlfriend easily into his arms. “And do something about that hair.” He said before leaving me alone in my room.

I gripped the desk as I took a few deep breaths. I hated my brothers but at the same time loved them. But it was a required love, they were family. We were attached at the hip ever since we were born. We did everything together and whenever we left each other alone, it felt wrong.

But my brothers and I were as different as we could get. Sure, we were all popular and everyone watched every move we made, but they took the bullying route, whereas I wanted nothing to do with that.

Of course, they never called it bullying. They called it ‘gentle hazing.’ As if that made what they did to the other students any better. I didn’t want anything to do with their so-called hazing. I wanted to be left alone so I could get my degree and get out of here.

Moans came from around me. Whittaker had the single room on my left, and Wynn had the room on my right.

I rested my head against my fist. Why couldn’t they just act like normal students instead of like they were gods on campus?

The thing was, there was no reason for them to act like that. We came from a poor family. My mother and father both worked two jobs just to get by.

I wouldn’t be in college at all unless I got a full-ride scholarship for swimming. The same was true for my brothers. We all got full-ride scholarships, but they frittered it away.

For the millionth time, I stared at my overloaded schedule. I knew that I was taking on too much, but I wanted to graduate early. I needed to break free from my brothers. I hated to admit it, but they were toxic, and they were only going to bring me down.

“Hey, Waylon.” Trey, my RA, said as he leaned against the door. “Your brothers didn’t waste any time.” He laughed as one of the girls screamed.

I sighed. “Yeah, it seems like it.”

He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. “You ready for the year?” He asked.

Trey and I had been friends since Freshman year. He was down-to-earth, and sometimes we would study together in the library. Whenever possible, he would stop my brothers’ cruel actions toward the other students. But that was only when he caught them.

We had most of the same classes, we both were engineering majors. And we both knew that the classes were only going to get more difficult this year. But he wasn’t trying to graduate early.

I took a deep breath. “Yeah.”

He chuckled. “That doesn’t sound convincing.” He shook his head. “Let me see your schedule.”

I turned my secondhand laptop toward him to show my schedule.

He let out a whistle. “Damn, you really are going to do all of that and swimming?” He shook his head.

“I have to.” I shrugged. “I have to if I want to graduate early.”

“I don’t get why you want to graduate early. You have a full ride…ride it out.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” I finally said as I stared at my packed schedule. I didn’t quite understand the urge to get through this as fast as possible. But that urge was there. And I had to listen to it.

“If you need anything, let me know, man.” He patted my shoulder and left me to my thoughts. That’s why I liked Trey, he didn’t pry, he cared, but didn’t care enough to make my business his business.

 Nothing was going to stand in my way of getting through this year and graduating. Nothing and no one.