All Chapters of Make Me Yours: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TessaSeptember 2019“I have some bad news.” Jenny stood in the front of the conference room, a room filled with tables, paper, files, and most of our office supplies, a serious frown marred her features. We rarely used the room for anything other than days like today, when Jenny, our student newspaper adviser, had news that we all needed to hear at the same time. Usually news we didn’t want to hear, and I squirmed in my seat, uneasy.I stared at her face, saw the worry lines at the corners of her gray eyes, mostly hidden behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and noted how flushed her face was. She’d either hit early menopause or she was worried. Her pencil-straight black hair, cut in a short bob just at her chin, gave her a severe look, but she wasn’t at all. Normally, she was quite playful, helpful, and kind. Today, however, she was worried, and it showed in everything she did, especially when she started to wring her hands together. I tapped my favorite pen, a bright orange, thic

TessaThe polyamory idea was still on my mind a few hours later. I’d showered, changed into pajamas, and had made myself a rather large chocolate daquiri to sip on as I stared at my computer, trying to find new ideas that didn’t involve me asking awkward questions. I wasn’t afraid to ask them, but if I could get out of this without having to talk to people about a subject I knew fuck all about that would be great. My curiosity was piqued, however, and about an hour into useless research on improving newspaper subscription numbers I typed in the words: ‘polyamory’ and ‘stories’. I expected my search results would be full of pornography, but there were some really good articles that gave me some ideas. I wasn’t sure how the idea would go over at the paper. I’d have to run it by Jenny, of course, but she couldn’t nix the subjects we chose. I was more worried about the other writers at the paper, what kind of grief I’d get from them. I heard the front door open, the sound of keys being

ArchieI never expected Monday would become my favorite day of the week. Friday, when my classes finished sure. Saturday when I could sleep in a little late, or go hang out before practice started, definitely. But a Monday? Nah, I never saw that shit coming. Even if I did see little Miss Tessa every single Monday morning in my communications class. She was a hot little piece and I wanted her, but all she ever seemed to think about was the school paper and her journalism career. She never went to parties, not any that I ever went to, anyway, and if the subject wasn’t about class or the paper, then she didn’t have time for it. I liked her though, even if she barely knew I existed, which was truly hard to imagine. I’m Archie Bannister, one of the Bannister triplets, the oldest, and according to more than a few of the ladies on campus, the hottest. Even if we were all identical. I pulled out my notebook from my backpack, and tried to get the attention of the tiny little brunette that ha

PeteIt was a rainy Tuesday morning and I glared out of the window at the clouds that dripped silver drops all over the world outside. Stupid rain. I hated walking in the rain but I’d have to in order to get to class in a little while.“Pete,” Archie called with a happy smile on his face as he came into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee from the pot I’d made. “How are you, brother?” “I’m good, Archie. What has you so happy this morning?” I asked and sipped at my own cup of coffee. Milk, no sugar, thank you.Archie added a single spoon of sugar and then a little milk before he turned to me, his smile even broader now.“I’ve got Tessa on the line and I’m going to reel her in when I get to class, later.” That grin oozed cocky certainty. I could reproduce it if I wanted to, but it wasn’t me. That was Archie’s role, the confident, boastful guy that got his way. Me? I played second string to his first string on the football team. Our brother Ron was on the university’s team as well, but

Carlos“Hey Carlos, you got 20 bucks I can borrow until tomorrow?” My friend Jason’s voice intruded into my thoughts and I looked up from the autobiography of a WWII pilot that I’d been reading in the library. It was Thursday so that meant he wanted to pay me back tomorrow. It was Jason, though, I knew I’d never see that $20 ever again. Not from him, the kid was broke, at school on a scholarship and without a job to support himself. He’d blown through his financial aid already, but I didn’t care. He would spend the money on food, go back to his room, and dive back into the world of creating online games. He was a brilliant guy and he’d already created one game that was gaining popularity. He’d pay me back one day, somehow, in one way or another.“Yeah, sure, Jas,” I dug in my pocket, took out the cash he’d asked for and handed it over before I went back to reading.“Thanks, man, you’re a lifesaver.” Jason grinned, but I didn’t care, it was only money and my dad had loads of it. That