It’s the reason we’ll never work. And why should she commit to the first guy she hooks up with, anyway? Sorrow should meet other guys and date around.
The thought has me wanting to bash in the first guy’s face when I return to the party, but my mind reasons with me. Sorrow needs more experience, not just with guys, but with the world in general. Otherwise, the world will eat her alive, like what I want to do.
I stare at Sorrow’s swaying hips and her high and tight ass underneath her pants and blow out a breath. There will be no pleasure to be had with Sorrow.
Given her tragedies, Sorrow needs a patient, gentle guy, and I’m neither. Worshipping her body would be slow torture. I like to fuck hard and leave marks on the girls I fuck. Sorrow can’t handle my dark needs. She’ll cower and call me a monster. I glance over my shoulder.
Maybe I’ll hit up Phoebe for a quickie in my truck. I am all about keeping my options open, and prudish, quiet Sorrow Sophia isn’t one of them.
4
Sorrow
I feel Trace’s intense checking out of me from my head to my ass. “I know you’re back there,” I toss over my shoulder. My words tremble. My body can’t decide whether to be excited or scared that he is stalking me like a predator on the hunt.
First, he threw a rock at the nice boy for talking to me, and now he has the nerve to follow me? What is he trying to prove to the other kids? That only he can bully me because I’m an inconvenience?
I hurry to the tree and put distance between us.
It’s what I overheard him telling one of his hookups on my way to the bathroom after he had cut class. That I’m a nobody, an inconvenience thrust on him by his parents.
Trace ignores me at school, looking past me when we’re in the hallways. When a girl asked him why he gives me rides to and from school if he hated me so much, he shrugged and said his parents would disown him if he didn’t.
He has a comeback for everything, making his parents out to be the bad guys.
What a jerk!
But what did I expect from a guy who is notorious for breaking girls’ hearts, a love-them-and-leave-them kind of guy who isn’t willing to commit to one girl?
I’ve read about his type in my romance books.
I’ve watched his type in the movies and the series I binge-watch.
I have no grand expectations that his type will ever fall for me like they do for the quiet, awkward heroines. Trace is clearly out of my league, and he’s unhappy and annoyed because I ruined his last year of high school.
Instead of hosting parties and bringing girls home for sex, he’s been strictly forbidden by his father to do so; otherwise, the money will run out, and his truck will be sold. It’s my fault that he lost the freedom to do whatever he wants.
I’m not happy about it, either.
He should have the freedom to party and sleep with as many girls as he wants to.
The thought is both depressing and disgusting. How many girls does he need to sleep with before he realizes he wants to commit? I have a feeling I’ll know after sleeping with one boy.
I hike my bag higher on my shoulder and walk-run faster. The trail is long, my flashlight app isn’t as bright as I thought it would be, and I’m already out of breath from being out of shape.
“Me following you wasn’t meant to be a surprise.”
My hand goes to my heart. Jesus, he’s close. “It’s creepy when you’re not making any noise to let me know you’re back there.”
It’s quiet. No one else is on this path. Are there people near the tree with the rope swing? If there are, I’m not hearing voices. But that could mean they’re doing other things. Things I have no experience with.
“Why are you following me?”
“Making sure you’re safe.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure you can.”
