Page 32 of Driftwood Daffodil

My encounter with her should’ve ended when I hung up. I should’ve got up and went home to sleep, instead of staying there and jerking off three times to the pictures she sent. At one point I even considered driving over there. And the worst part, Darry didn’t make me feel guilty. Just pissed off that I didn’t watch his mother come all over that dildo.

I was a shitty friend.

“So,” Atlee said, drawing my gaze back to him. “How was your morning?”

How was my morning? What the fuck kind of question was that?

“It was fine.”

His brow rose, “Just fine?”

“It’s school Atlee, what the fuck do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know,” Atlee braced his elbow on the table and dropped his chin in his palm. “Something interesting must’ve happened.”

Alright, he was definitely up to something.

Dropping my fork on my plate, I said, “what did you do?”

He must’ve done something. That was the only explanation for his annoying behavior.

“You mean besides slapping the shit out of Catherine Hall?” Darry muttered.

Of course he did, though I couldn’t say I was surprised. Half the student body wanted to slap that cunt. Honestly, I was amazed she made it through the doors without getting smacked by someone.

Atlee pointed a finger at Darry, “I had a good reason for that.”

“Right,” Darry rolled his eyes. “I forgot about the elusive new girl.”

“What new girl?” I didn’t hear about anyone new.

My question caused Atlee’s face to light right up. “Oh, you haven’t met her yet?”

Was he being coy on purpose? I couldn’t be bothered to learn the names of the people I’d been going to school with for years, let alone give a shit about some new chick. Besides…

“No one cares who your next flavor of the week is.”

“First off,” Atlee held up one of his fingers, “A week is way too long, bitches be getting clingy and shit. Way too much of a hassle for me.”

I rolled my eyes. Typical Atlee.

“And… something tells me you’ll want first crack at this one.”

I snorted, “Doubtful.”

I’d fucked a total of two girls in this school. Both of which were unsatisfying one night stands that lasted a night too long. High school girls couldn’t handle the shit I wanted. Or they tried to fake it, which was worse. I was not interested in going down that road.

“Well, you can judge for yourself.” Atlee tipped his chin towards the door. “Here she comes now.”

He wasn’t going to let this go until I at least looked. So against my better judgment, I turned around and immediately cocked a brow. She was cute, I’d give him that. Mind you I just had a back view, but there was no denying those curves.

The girl was a tiny little thing too. The top of her head barely reached the guy beside her shoulders. She’d be nice and easy to control. All I’d have to do was wrap that hazelnut ponytail in my fist and she wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. Plus I did appreciate how her ass looked in that skirt.

Wait…

“Is she wearing cookie monster socks?”

“Yeah,” Atlee nodded. “She had one stuck to her ass earlier.”

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