I snatch my arm away when he clutches it to stop me. Turning, I wrap my fingers around his neck, slamming him into the refrigerator.
“Don’t you ever touch me again, John. That’s one thing that I won’t tolerate from you ever again.” I release his neck.
I pace back and forth when I get to my bedroom. I knew one taste wouldn’t be enough. Now, she’s etched permanently in my mind.
Fuck, I want more of her right now.
It’s taking me considerable effort not to hop in my jeep and drive to her house.
I’ve never been this intimate when fucking a girl. It’s always been doggy style, with limited touching and absolutely no kissing. What the fuck is she doing to me?
Fuck.
It’s been a little over a week since the carnival incident and it’s still the talk of the whole school. The constant whispers and looks are grating on my nerves. The day after the incident, I pretended to be sick so that I could have an excuse to stay home from school. I just couldn’t face Maverick or Dee and Nix for that matter. They’re witnesses to what occurred in the back of that jeep. I don’t know if I could take seeing their knowing glances.
I’m not nervous about an unexpected pregnancy. I’ve been taking birth control pills for the last year and a half. It’s not like me to hide from my problems, I usually meet them head-on with a smile, but Maverick has broken me down until I don’t recognize myself anymore. I stayed in my room that whole weekend.
By Sunday, I still couldn’t stomach the thought of facing him, so I pretended to be sick again. My mom insisted that she call off from work to take me to the doctor. I pleaded with her not to, telling her that I just needed one more day to recuperate. Thank God my mom or Michael aren’t on social media; they could’ve possibly seen both videos. I know no one showed them the video, because my mom would’ve confronted me about it by now. Talking to my grandmother on Monday helped me feel better. She soothes me like no one else can. I can’t wait to spend Thanksgiving break with her. I need some time away from Montgomery, West Virginia.
When I arrived at school on Tuesday, I felt like I was going to vomit. Maverick was already sitting in his chair when I entered the classroom. Becoming the recent punk that I am, I made sure to avoid eye contact with him during the entire class. I could feel his eyes on me. It was hard for me to control the tremors taking over my body because I couldn’t stop thinking about how his dick felt sliding through my pussy. I'm halfway to the door before the bell rings. I didn’t go inside the cafeteria all week. At work, I asked Mary if I could help prepare the food so when Maverick, Dee, and Nix did come to the pizzeria, I didn’t have to talk to them.
This latest debacle with Maverick has put a strain on my friendship with Lo and Micah. I think my friendship with Saint is over. He blocked my number and unfriended me on all social media accounts. I can say, with a clear conscience, that I never led Saint on. I’ve always told him that I don’t feel that way about him, but he just wouldn’t let it go. I’ve talked to Lo and Micah since then, but it hasn’t been the same. I don’t know how Saint and I falling out will affect my friendship with them. It’s been the four of us for so long.
It was difficult, but I made it through the school week. It’s Saturday now, and I’ve just arrived at Kayla’s house for her twelfth birthday party. It’s one of the larger homes in Montgomery. A few minutes after knocking on the front door, a housekeeper answers.
“Hi, can I help you?”
“Hello, I’m here for Kayla’s party.”
“Wonderful, please follow me.”
I tag along behind her with my bags. I brought tons of makeup and nail polish. As well as the manicure supplies, both flat and curling irons, and hair products. I also have Kayla’s gift, a makeup kit of her own.
The housekeeper points to an open door. When Kayla spots me from her bed, she jumps up in excitement.
“You came,” she yells enthusiastically.
“Duh, where else did you think I would be?”
“You’ve brought a lot of goodies.”
“I sure did.” I notice six other girls in Kayla’s room. “Who are these beautiful young ladies?” I ask as I relieve myself of my burdens.
Kayla makes the introductions.
“You’re all in for a treat. I brought my magic bags, so get ready to be slayed,” I say.
They all squeal in eagerness.
“Only if you’ve received permission from your guardians, and I need to know about any allergic reactions.”
I receive confirmation from each girl. Just then, two people enter the room.
“Cocoa,” says a petite raven-haired beauty. Her hair is the same color as Kayla’s.
“Yes.”
“Hi, I’m Maureen, Kayla’s mom,” she says, giving me a big hug. “This is my husband, Evan.”
