Page 13 of 4th and Goal
“Ugh. Ok. Fine.” I’m overly dramatic, huffing and puffing, throwing my door open and rounding the front of the vehicle to get hers. She’s giggling by the time I stomp my way to her. I grabthe small box in her hands and close the door with my hip once she’s standing next to me.
“I was going to do it myself…but…um…”
“Baby girl, I would NEVER have allowed you to come here alone. He’s proven to be…unpredictable.”
She ducks her head like she has anything to be ashamed of, and it pisses me off. “I thought a witness was a wise choice, and perhaps some back up if needed."
“Good girl.” I smirk as I follow behind her, loving that little blush she tries to hide.
She squares her shoulders, straightens her spine, and knocks firmly on the front door. We wait but we don’t hear anything from inside. She knocks again. Still nothing. I use my elbow to press the doorbell. A minute later, the door swings open and Lilly gasps in shock. I lift my eyes to the sky and growl. Motherfucker.
The cheerleader Shaye, who doesn’t seem to understand the concept of quitting while ahead…or modesty, stands in Conner’s doorway, wearing a men’s button-down shirt, unbuttoned, her body naked underneath. I glance down when I hear another voice, but only low enough to watch another girl, I think her name is Lindsay, walk up to join Shaye…completely naked. She sneers at Lilly.
“What do you want?”
Lilly’s voice is strained, but I can’t tell if it’s from being hurt, pissed, sad, or all the above. She grabs the box from my hands and shoves it at Shaye. “My things. You can give this to Conner.” Shaye shifts the box in her hands and Lilly emits a hellacious scream of frustration, reaches forward and carefully pulls a long necklace over Shaye’s head.
“Hey! That’s mine! He gave that to me.”
“Well, I hope you’re using condoms, he probably gave you herpes too!” Lilly spins around, I turn and follow, carefully watching each step she takes, expecting the ground to disintegrate beneath her. She is furious. I’m not entirely sure which part, so I keep my mouth shut, waiting for her to explain her feelings. I don’t think there’s any love lost for that fucker, but I don’t know the nature of their relationship.
Inside my SUV, she buckles her belt with jerky movements, rests her head against the back of her seat, and closes her eyes. I put the vehicle in Drive and start to pull away from the curb when she opens her mouth and screams at the top of her lungs, “THAT FUCKING WHORE!”
I slam on the brakes, my head on a swivel trying to locate Shaye or Lindsay. Did one of them run after us? They were naked or practically naked in Shaye’s case. When I don’t see her, I remove my foot from the brake and let the vehicle begin to coast. “Am I safe to drive?”
“What?” It takes her a few seconds, but she realizes I’ve stopped in the middle of the road because of her outburst. She chuckles, dropping her head again to hide the blush that stains her cheeks, and waves me on. “Yes. Sorry.”
I shrug. “It’s ok. Shaye gets around from what I hear.” The junior has developed a reputation.
“Not her.” I glance at Lilly and then went back to the road. “I mean, yes, her. But not her. I meant Conner.” She starts fiddling with her seatbelt that crosses her exceptional tits. “I’m so glad we used protection. Of all the things he could do to get back at me—”
I’m gonna have to stop her right there. “This isn’t the first time.”
“Say what?” I hate to tell her any of this, but she must know, it’s not something I can keep from her in good conscience. I reach across the console, press my palm to hers and link our fingers.
“After I removed him from the stadium the other day, Eric informed me that a female exited the men’s bathroom. I think it was the other one.” I point back to his house. “Lindsay?” She nods, biting her bottom lip, tears welling in her eyes. I bring our linked hands to my mouth and press a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I had Eric look back…he brings you flowers or lunch, then wanders the athletic complex, spending a lot of his time—”
“Around the women’s locker rooms,” she interrupts on a sad whisper.
“You knew?”
“No. Not until recently, I mean. Jenna told me she found him a few times…I had hoped…I’m an idiot.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“I didn’t love him. Sometimes, I’m not even sure I liked him. I thought he was a ‘safe’ choice, and he found me attractive. Why…why would he do that to me?” She sniffles and I twist my other hand around the steering wheel until it creaks. I wanna put my fist through his face for hurting her. “He used me.” She pulls her hand from mine and raises both fists in front of her face and shakes them. “I’m pissed as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore!” I try not to, but her rewording a 70’s classic is too much. Though her next words wipe that smile right off my face. “So, he’s been blowing up my phone, harassing and threatening me, for easy access to free teenage pussy?!?”
I pull over immediately, throw the vehicle in Park and twist in my seat. “What did you just say? Harass? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her fists of fury fall limply to her lap, her body curling in, shoulders slumped. “I was going to, Jenna said I should, but I didn’t want to.” An unexpected bark of laughter escapes at her petulant response.
I take a deep breath, push down my anger at the situation, and retake her hand. “Let’s get some food.” She nods. “And do you want to come to my place to watch a movie or something?”
“Yes, but no sexy business because I might be riddled with STDs.”
“Sure.”
Lilly 11.
