Author’s note 1: This is a new story series that features the character Brock from my previous story Finals Week. Many readers have wanted to see more of him and I did hint at a possible continuation in the original story, and here it is! It isn’t necessary to have read the original story to understand this one, but it’s a good way of understanding the hot and self-absorbed jock that is Brock.

“How are you feeling today?”




George looked up at the man sitting across from him. He had pulled out a notepad and a pen and was looking back at him with an intense gaze. George’s eyes wandered away, darting between the abstract artworks on the walls. “I’m alright, I guess. Slept pretty well tonight.”




“No nightmar

He was such a peaceful sight. Seated in an antique armchair, absorbed by a good book, with a steaming cup of tea beside him, while snow was falling outside the window. His face – slim, cute, and kind – had such a bone structure it very well could have been sculpted out of marble. His thin nose ended in a slightly rounder tip that was a little pointed upwards, giving him a youthful look even though he was in the last year of his twenties. The boyish impression was further enhanced by

Brock’s ending





“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”




Brock’s friends cheered for him as he downed the entire beer can. He crushed it in his hand as he finished and let out a loud burp, and he received even louder cheers. The pool party at the frat house was in full swing and everyone was celebrating the end of the finals week. Brock