I’m going to get busted. Best-case scenario, I’ll get detention before I even begin school here, followed by the possibility of getting suspended, and finally, the great possibility I will get arrested for trespassing.
All for a piece of ass.
A one and done.
A hot as hell one and done.
The one before the one who’s gonna fuck you up.
Christ, I think as I pick up another pebble and toss it at the window, disgusted with myself. Straight-up, I’m not a fool. I know the difference between catching feels and wanting to nut. I don’t fall in love with anything that doesn’t have string, and I don’t promise anyone more but a mutually beneficial and hot as fuck exchange of orgasms. That’s right; not sex, orgasms.
At our last school, I had a regular for about six months, Kenzie. Kenzie and I did the dating thing before the fucking thing. She got pissed when I didn’t tell her that I loved her after we fucked. I tried to explain that I didn’t say it before, what would make her think I would after. She acted like she understood. Clearly, she didn’t, because she got even more pissed when I told her the truth—that she was my favorite unrelated female.
She became insanely jealous of my cousins, and I started distancing shit. Then she tried to start some rumors about Truth and me. Said shit about me liking cousins, specifically ones with fat asses more than her perfect one.
I knew damn well she was talking about my cousin Truth, the most body sensitive of all the girls, especially about her ass, due to her dancing and the way those bitches can be so ruthless and brutal. They distorted the fuck out of a girl’s body image. Truth had some extra junk in her trunk, but she wasn’t fat, for fuck’s sake.
Truth never heard the rumor; her brother, Justice, and I made sure it was crushed. When I confronted Kenzie, she didn’t deny it, and I was done.
I was already fucking done.
Before we moved, I slept with her best friend, and no, it wasn’t a revenge fuck, not on my part anyway. But Annie made sure word spread. That pissed me off, too, for a hot minute. However, Annie told me she was sick of Kenzie’s superiority complex, the way she thinks she’s better than anyone else because she fucked me, get this, “the most.”
Did I feel used? No. Fuck no. But I easily could have.
Tossing another stone, I see lights reflecting off the windows to the far left and grab a fistful and toss them.
When the window opens and the blonde looks out, I whisper, even though I’m not sure she can even hear me, “My phone.”
“Go around back. I’ll meet you.”
When I’m about to ask her to just toss it down, I hear a car door slam.
She motions to the tree line and gestures for me to get out of the light. I do just that.
I wait until she gives me the all-clear then head in the direction to the back entrance.
Chapter 3
“I got whistled at once and my mom
told me not to respond.
‘You’re a lady not a dog’.”
~ Author Unknown
Savvy
It took forever to get out of work after dealing with the three last-minute Neanderthals. Neanderthals who were eating three of the best burritos I ever made.
My own recipe that Marcy approved, as long as I made some for her to sample—my Thanksgiving Garbage Burritos. Chopped cranberries, apples, garlic, onion, some honey, and lime make up a thick, chunky spread. Then I added pinto beans, turkey, corn, salsa, stuffing, cheese, and a bit of sour cream, all wrapped up in one of the homemade wraps. It sounds a little gross, but I sampled the goods, and it tasted like Thanksgiving to me.
I may choose to fast on Thanksgiving, and I may choose to stop giving the finger to holidays by celebrating the total opposite way as intended someday. But my world is upside down and twisted. Chloe’s isn’t. She should have something to remind her of home and the holiday. Truth be told, I have tried not to be bitter. Case in point: the creation of the Thanksgiving Garbage Burrito. But, if I had my way, I’d drive three days for two minutes with either Mom or Liberty. For now, however, I live the path put upon me, not the other way around. Well, at least this time of year.
Those fuckers may have three of those burritos, but at least Chloe will have one, and the others I threw together to compensate. I’ll just make more in the morning if she happens to like them.
I lock the door behind me, set the alarm, and hurry to the safety of the VW.
Once I start it up, I look at the clock and groan, seeing it’s half an hour later than I expected to be heading back, which means less time to binge-eat, binge-read, and sleep before opening up at six.
* * *
Standing in my empty room, wondering where Chloe is, but not really, since it isn’t unusual for her to sneak across the quad to McKinley Hall to “Netflix and chill” with one of the guys, or hang out in one of her friends’ rooms. Hell, maybe I will get some alone time in.
I toss my clothes off and am about ready to hit the shower when I hear the door open and hear that voice say, “Just need to grab my phone.”
Not just a voice, that voice, I think as I drop down and scurry under my bed, thinking, Un-fucking-believable.
“Oh, well, I have no idea where it is, but you need to hurry; my roommate will be back and our RA, Heather, will be doing rounds and—”
“Yeah, of course,” he says.
“Where do you think—”
“Honestly, no clue,” he says.
“Maybe it’s tangled up in the sheets,” she whispers as her bedding starts hitting the floor.
I puke a little in
