Chapter 11- Frat boy ain't seen nothing yet

Amberleigh placed a hand on his bare shoulder.

“Well how about you and I just talk then?” she suggested, “you haven’t been in a wheelchair that long have you?”

“Is it that fuckin’ obvious? Am I that much of a transparent, miserable fucker feeling sorry for himself?”

“No. It’s obvious because your friends were out there dry humping everything with tits,” she responded.

He laughed. “Yeah. They’re fuckin’ idiots.”

“Lawrence seems like a good friend though,” she continued.

She refilled his glass and then had some for herself. He didn’t even realize how much he was drinking or saying in that room. Probably shit he had never told anyone except for maybe his shrink.

“Yes. It’s his fault I’m in this damn chair actually.”

“Oh?” she asked with a raised brow.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was entering dangerous and sensitive territory. Guys hated that shit. But the alcohol was helping in Amberleigh’s favor.