* * *
My dad wastrue to his word. He fought for me. Mom tried to get me over there more than once and each time I said no. We went to court and she lost.Sheleft. In truth, she'd left a long time ago and that's what I told the judge. He gave my mom one of those looks that you hate to ever get from anyone, but she still acted like she didn't do anything wrong.
When we hit eighth grade, my mom had been married and divorced again. I wasn't surprised. I didn't go to her wedding and I didn't ever take her calls.
What was of real concern to me lately was Tera. She was getting boobs. Her body was getting curvy and I started having thoughts about kissing and touching her. I didn't want to think of her like that. She was one of my best friends, for shit's sake.
She didn't seem to notice my discomfort, but the guys did and they gave me hell when she wasn't around. I got hard every time I smelled her hair—which was a lot since she slept in my bed with me when we had sleepovers. It was getting harder to hide from her. One of these times she'd see it or feel it and call me the sick pig that I am. Christ. What the hell? I guess I should just talk to her about it when she comes over after band practice.
* * *
Jesse, Ben, Ethan, Kennedy and I formed a band,Falling Down. Linc played keyboards for us on some songs so he was part of it all—as was Tera. I'm not sure how or when it happened, but her singing went from nails on a chalkboard to throaty and hot.
I don’t want to think of Tera being hot—but I do, and she is.
The girls all flock to our practices and that's when Tera disappears. I don't know where she goes, but she's never there anymore. In fact, she's starting to hang out with us less and less unless it's just me and the guys. I know Linc doesn't like it and I don't either.
The girls start hanging on us but I shrug this one off. She's too loud, her laugh is fake, and I can tell she's a clinger. I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm only twelve, but these girls, all they think about is getting a steady boyfriend. I hate to break it to them, we guys think about sex, not relationships. And this group? We think about music more than that a lot of the time.
"You guys want to hang out?" one of the girls asks.
"Nah," Jesse tells her. "We've got stuff to do."
She pouts. Like, sticks her bottom lip out pouts. Whoever told her that was cute, lied. She looks ridiculous.
"Aww, Jesse. Not even for a little while?" she whines.
I know what's coming next and I fight back the grin.
"I already told you once. No. You trying to overstay your welcome, Darla?" he bites out.
She huffs. "No. The only time I see you is when you're practicing and at school."
He nods. "That's my life."
"No time for girlfriends?" one of Darla's friends asks. I think her name is Luanne.
"Hell no. I don't do girlfriends," Jesse answers, curling his lip. "Later, girls."
With that, they scatter and we all burst out laughing.
"Harsh, man, harsh," Ethan teases.
"Fuck that. Those chicks are clingers and they don’t put out," Jesse replies.
"That's the truth," Kennedy agrees. "Last week I was barely able to cop a fucking feel on Tori. She got all shy and covered up and took off right away. I almost wish she'd have stayed a few minutes more to watch me jerk off. I think she'd have been scandalized at the sight of my cum."
I chuckle. "No doubt."
Tera walks into the kitchen as we're filling our plates. Our housekeeper can seriously cook.
"Where've you been?" Linc growls.
Tera rolls her eyes. "Out."
"You've been 'out' a lot lately. Care to fill me in on where?" he asks.
"If you must know, I've been hanging out with Shea Dawkins," she answers, grabbing a plate.
