I tear away from him, making good on my escape. In record time, I’m zooming out of the parking lot, successfully avoiding another sexual assault. I make it home and rest my forehead on the steering wheel, taking a minute to calm my nerves. The sound of screeching tires draws my attention. I look back and recognize Maverick’s shiny black Jeep barreling towards my car.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say in disbelief.
Of course he knows where I live. Should I stay in my car or sprint for the house? Choosing the latter, I beat a hasty retreat up the porch stairs, keys in hand. Maverick clasps my arm and jerks me around. This bastard is Speedy Fucking Gonzales. I slash the keys at his face, but he dodges the attack and seizes my wrist.
Michael’s car appears at the end of the long dirt road.
Thank goodness.
“This isn’t over.” He turns on his heel.
Michael parks and hurriedly leaves his vehicle, sporting a huge smile. “Hi, Maverick, I thought that was you. Ready for the big game?”
“I sure am, Mr. Thompson.”
“I’ll be rooting for you.”
“Thanks for your support.”
“Go Wildcats!” Michael pumps his fist in the air.
“I should get going. Have a good evening.”
“You too.”
Maverick hops in his Jeep and speeds off.
“It’s nice to see you fitting in and making friends.”
Ha! If only you knew.
I put the pedal to the metal, seething at my own stupidity. I should’ve known Cocoa wouldn’t have surrendered so easily. Lust for her clouded my judgement and she got the better of me. Now, I have blue balls and a sore dick.
You were thinking with the wrong head, Mav.
“Fuck!” I punch the dashboard.
Cocoa won this battle, but she won’t win the war. It’s by coincidence I found her alone. My cell phone battery died, and I put it on the charger in last period but forgot to grab it when class ended. I saw Cocoa through the square window on the door and couldn’t resist. The fight in her skyrocketed my desire to fuck her senseless. She drives me nuts. No girl has ever had this effect on me. I’m too charged. I need relief ASAP.
I pluck my phone from the passenger seat and dial Victoria.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
“Hey, Maverick,” she answers on the first ring.
It’s been a year and some change since I’ve called her.
“I need a blow job.” I cut to the chase. “I’ll be outside your house in ten minutes.”
“Okay, baby,” she replies, eager to please me.
I’ll close my eyes and pretend it’s Cocoa’s mouth on my cock.
The pizzeria has been teeming with customers since opening at eleven o’clock. The rush took me by surprise, but I’m happy to keep busy.
It helps the time go by faster, and I meet a ton of people—some friendly and some not. I only have an hour left in my shift.
Harry walks by, giving me a wide berth, as if he’s afraid to come near me. He doesn’t talk to me, except for a greeting in passing. It’s the strangest thing. His behavior is wholly different from my first day of work.
