“Why do you like to hurt people?”
“Because I’m a fucked-up person.”
Maverick accepts who he is. He owns it like a damn shiny badge of honor.
Mr. Barnes walks into the classroom and starts going over today’s lesson, so I lower my voice to avoid drawing attention to us.
“Why are you fucked up, Maverick?”
I know I shouldn’t have asked that question, but curiosity got the best of me. He’s pretty talkative today, so maybe he’ll answer all my questions.
“Don’t try to get inside my mind, mongrel. You won’t like what you find.”
“How bad do you want to hurt me?”
His eyes light up. That’s the most emotion I’ve ever seen him display in a while. “I want to hurt you so bad I jerk off to the thought of it at night.”
“What do you think about?”
“I think about having you bend over, your pretty bare pussy spread for me while I fuck the shit out of you until you beg me to stop, but of course I won’t. I’d thrust harder, giving your ass punishing slaps that will turn your round cheeks purple and blue.”
I’m horrified and fascinated at the same time. My breathing turns rapid as I clench my thighs together. When he notices my reaction, his jaw clenches; he wasn’t expecting that. He tried to get under my skin, thinking he would scare me by describing his fantasy.
“Maverick and Cocoa, eyes front, please,” says an agitated Mr. Barnes.
I immediately break eye contact with Maverick to look to the front of the classroom. Maverick is slower to follow my lead. I can’t get the image he painted out of my mind. I’m unable to focus for the remainder of the class. My palms are sweaty and the ache in my lower stomach won’t go away. When the bell rings, though I’m in the back of the classroom, I’m out the door first.
Later that day, I spend most of the evening video-chatting with Saint, Lo, and Micah.
“What are you doing for Halloween?” asks Saint.
Every Halloween, we’d paint the town red, staying out all night, party jumping. That won’t be happening this year, and that sucks big time.
“A Halloween-themed carnival will be hosted on school grounds by the senior class, so that’s where I’ll be going,” I tell them.
“With your new hillbilly friends?” asks Lo snidely.
I laugh at her jealousy; she’s very territorial. She was not very receptive to me making new friends.
“When we visit Montgomery, I’m thinking that you and Cocoa’s new female friends should have a mud fight in bikinis. Whoever wins has the title of being Cocoa’s best friend. I’ll even throw in a bonus. The winner can also have sex with me,” says Micah.
Lo makes a face of disgust while Saint and I laugh. Micah will forever be a man-whore, chasing skirts for the rest of his life. He’s an incorrigible flirt.
“It’s nice to see you haven’t changed one bit,” I say to Micah.
“What’s there to change? I’m a very lovable person.”
I roll my eyes. I miss hanging out with these guys.
“I guess you guys will be doing the traditional house party hop,” I say.
“You know it,” replies Saint.
I give a sad smile.
“Oh chica, don’t look like that, you’re breaking my heart,” Lo says.
“I’m sorry. Adjusting here has been harder than I thought.” They don’t even know the half of it.I don’t want them to tell everything. “I just miss you all so much.”
