Page 111 of Driftwood Daffodil

“How are you going to explain this to your dad?”

Memphis’s dad was kind of a hard ass. He didn’t like me. Said I was a bad influence. Not sure where he got that idea. I was a very pleasant person on occasion, and the only girl Memphis had ever kissed. Considering his view on his son’s sexuality, he should love me.

“Please,” Memphis rolled his eyes. “He’ll just be happy I did something masculine.”

Not sure if getting beat up was considered masculine, but okay.

“Are you going to tell me what happened in that room?”

Did he really have to go there? Couldn’t we just stand here and slowly cough to death on our clouds of chalk.

“Nothing happened,” because like yesterday, the room no longer existed.

Memphis cocked a hip. “You’re a shitty liar.”

First off, I was only a shitty liar because he knew all of my tells, and secondly it wasn’t a lie. Nothing happened. Nothing worth mentioning anyway.

“Humm,” I looked down at the eraser in my left palm. “How many years of lessons do you think are in this thing?”

Maybe this eraser was used for something else, like getting rid of a dirty drawing or something.

“You’re changing the subject.” Memphis sang.

Oh my god, why couldn’t he let this go? “Nothing happened. We fought, I punched an asshole in the throat and ran away… the end.”

And that was all he was going to get.

“You sure about that?”

Fucking Gio.

I glared over at him, clapped out a cloud of chalk and coughed, “Yes I’m very sure.”

“I think you forgot the part where you came on to me.”

My jaw dropped. “I did not come on to you. I hate you.”

“Didn’t stop you from rubbing up against me.”

“I was trying to get away from you,” seriously. “You’re the one that kissed me.”

“What?” Memphis’s brow rose. “You kissed him.”

Damnit.

“Nice,” Atlee nodded. “She taste good?”

Did Atlee not see me? I was standing right here.

“Not really,” Gio grumbled. “She kind of tastes like shit.”

Hey now.

“I’ll have you know, I taste great. You taste like shit.” I pointed at Gio. “You should eat more fruit.”

That was a complete lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

Gio’s icy emerald glare slid my way. “You couldn’t get my dick hard with an extra set of hands and a manual.”

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