Page 59 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“And why is that?”

“You’re eyeballing his girl.”

Was I now? “And who is this mystery girl?”

Last I checked, Atlee was a free agent. He fucked some chick in the parking lot this morning, then got a blow job before second period. Considering one he called the blonde and the other hoover, I highly doubted they were the same girl.

It wasn’t Randal that answered.

“Everybody knows, Gio.”

I turned my head the to the skinny kid who’s name I couldn’t be bothered to remember. “Everybody knows what?”

He looked genuinely confused by my question. “Atlee and Nova…”

“What about them?”

“They’re… dating.”

Were they now? Was that why Atlee had the stupid fucking look on his face this morning? Motherfucker was the kind of prick that would perpetuate a rumor like that, just to get under my skin. I’d punch him for that later. In the meantime…

My eyes locked onto Nova as coach blew the whistle signalling the end of class.

Let’s see what little miss snotty has to say about this bullshit.

We all headed in to shower and change. An activity I made sure to finish quickly. Once I was dressed and dried off, I made my way out into the hall. Where I leaned against the wall and watched as girl after girl came out the door. None of which were Nova.

Not that I was surprised. In fact her tardiness was precisely what I was counting on.

Once I was sure that the coast was clear, I checked down the hall to make sure I wasn’t being watched and slipped inside.

The girls locker room smelled a lot better than the boys. Fruity fragrances filled the air rather than sweaty socks and ball sacs. It was also cleaner. Everything appeared to have been put back in its proper place. It was refreshing not having to dodge boxers and socks to move around.

The worst thing I came across was a bra laying on a bench I stepped over.

Slipping around a row of red wooden lockers, I moved further back and headed towards the sound of trickling water and horrible singing.

“I’m singing in the rain.”

Nova’s out of tune voice should’ve grated on my nerves. Instead it made my cock twitch. The sweet yet screechy sound was like an aphrodisiac, that I could feel warm my blood with every note sung.

“What a glorious feeling…”

I smelled Nova before I saw her. The fruity mixture of strawberry and vanilla got sucked up my nose like a goddamn drug that I wanted to inhale every day. I wanted to run my tongue over her skin and soak up that flavor. And then I saw her.

Nova was standing in the corner of the shower with her front to the wall, while her hands worked through the lather in her hair. Clear droplets slid down her soft body and bruised ass in a seductive way that made me want to rip the shower head out of the wall. It was a beautiful sight that I wanted to both destroy and devour.

That’s what this girl did to me. She made me want to fuck her in a pool of her own blood. Hate fucking didn’t have shit on the images running through my mind.

Pain and pleasure, moans and screams, tears and pleas. Every breath that she took, thought in her head, and snide little comment was mine. I craved it all. That was the fucked up part. Any other girl I’d happily pass off to someone else, but just the thought of Nova so much as looking at another guy, made me want to go on a killing spree.

Even now, that need reared its head. It was just her and me in this room, yet I wanted to murder the water sliding down her body.

Gritting my teeth, I ducked behind the right wall, and peeked around the corner.

How was someone who was an utter trainwreck so fucking hot? Nothing Nova did was smooth or graceful. Even the way she scrubbed herself looked awkward and unsynchronized.

She’d lift one leg up to wash her foot and hop around on the other. It was the messiest shower I’d ever seen, but I couldn’t look away. Maybe Atlee was right? Maybe my dick just needed attention.

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