- Brooke's right to say that sometimes you're disgusting.
Viola punches me in the arm and I make a face, then I grab her hair and start to mess them up.
- Your father called! - my mother suddenly says.
I raise my eyebrow by releasing Viola and leaning back on the couch.
- So what? - I ask. - I don't know why he still calls if he knows I don't want to talk to him.
- Ryder, even acting wrong, he's your father. - ...my mother says, "Put your hand over my shoulder.
- You know very well that I don't care about him, just like he didn't consider us. - I mean rough, turning my back on her and going to the kitchen. - I don't know why you keep insisting on it.
Seeing that I was very upset and that there was no point in arguing, my mother just sighs in silence.
- All right! All right! I won't insist on this anymore. - says she gives up. - Everything has its time and I just hope yours comes soon. I'd love to see you happy again, like that bright boy you hid in there.
She smiles touching my chest and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
- Come on, Vi! Let's try to find a dress that fits your height and meets your mother's expectations. - she says walking to the door and making a face. - That thing she gave you, it might cause people's eyes to bleed.
I let out a laugh when I imagined what the dress would look like. Viola approaches me and kisses my cheek, then runs to the door with the same animation she plays baseball with.
- Ouch! - I grumble by placing my hand on the rib. - I think I'll get some sleep before I go to the game.
I walk to my room and throw myself into my bed. I wouldn't find Brooke until eight, so I still had plenty of time to rest. I suddenly wake up with the bell ringing. I notice it's night, so I look at the clock in my bedside. It's after 6:00. I'm staggering to the door and I open, bumping into a voluptuous brunette.
- Hey, kitty! Ready for the party?
Rebecca enters wearing a red micro dress, slightly longer than the middle of the thighs and a V-neckline up to navel height. Her huge breasts almost jumping out of her cleavage.
- Rebecca, what are you doing here? - I ask confused. - How did you find my address?
Rebecca smiles, moving towards me. I was very curious to know how she had managed to find my address. I never brought the girls to my apartment. That was the main rule imposed by me and the only exception was Brooke.
With incredible agility, Rebecca tears my shirt off with a pull on my head.
- Hmm! Delicious! - she says, passing her hand over my chest and going down to the zipper of my pants. That was exciting and, at the same time, very scary. I didn't like the girls who stood on top of me or begged to go out with me. I liked the hunt, the seduction games. He conquered the girls with words and usually won the game in seconds.
- Rebecca... - I started holding her hands so she wouldn't take off my pants. - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Stop!
Rebecca snitching by folding her arms in a counterclockwise fashion. She walks away a little when she notices that I was serious.
- Wow! You're so tense! - she says. - It seems he didn't like the surprise.
Smiling maliciously, she sneaks up to the couch from the front and sits down opening her legs. Rebecca was without panties and making gestures that were stirring with my guts. Without ceasing to look at me, she slowly removes the dress, getting naked, then lies down on the couch. I hold my breath before the scene. My mind said I shouldn't, but my dick told me to enjoy it.
- Oh, shit! - ...I'll put my hands over my face, then I'll head towards Rebecca. - Listen, you're beautiful and everything, but I think you'd better go now.
She takes me by surprise and lifts herself by placing her hands on a thin waist.
- What's that? What's that? Are you kicking me out?
- No, not at all! - I mean picking up the dress and giving it to her. - I'm politely asking you to leave.
She snorts up the dress and puts it on again.
- What happened to you? - she says angry. - I never knew you rejected any girl. It's about that little chicken, isn't it?
Rebecca says furiously.
- He denies it if he wants to, but I know it's because of her! That girl has changed you. You're acting like them. Like a dumb, dumb, dull nerd.
Rosno angry. In fact, hanging out with Brooke was making me a little more responsible, but I still had a lot of my instincts. Although Rebecca's words could, at another time, provoke me to the point of taking away my control and causing me to brutally possess her right here, I really didn't want to give in to that instinct. Not with a girl like Rebecca. Besides, no one spoke ill of Brooke in front of me or behind my back.
- I swear I tried to be a gentleman like Brooke said I could be, but you got me serious. - I say grab her arm and take it towards the door. - I may even be turning into a dork without
