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“Yeah. And I should… Get off school property since I’m not meant to be here,” I deadpanned.
She giggled. Literally giggled at my stupid joke before pressing her lips firmly together – like she was embarrassed by the sound. “Bye Sawyer,” she said, giving me a little wave of her fingers before she disappeared around the corner.
“Bye, princess…” I whispered, not really able to process the conversation I just had with Holly Sutton.
***
On my drive back to the trailer, I found myself getting lost in thoughts of Holly and the little secret she was so embarrassed about: that she was a virgin. Why I kept thinking about it I wouldn’t know. But there was something weirdly intriguing about her being untouched. I was glad that she had never let Carter put his hands on her like that. It meant she had stood her ground, and I was proud of her for that. Or maybe I should have told her. That asshole tore her down every chance he got…
At a red light I couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like… To be the one to take her. To push into her, giving Holly her first ever cock. Would she gasp? Whine a little? Whimper as she looked up at me with wide eyes? I kept telling myself that I was thinking about her like that because she was stupidly hot. Doe eyes, plump lips, round ass. A perfect hourglass figure. What would it feel like to have her body flush against mine, her bare tits pressing into my chest as I slid my cock into her for the first time. Her sweet smell would be in the air. I could fill her up to the hilt, so that I was balls fucking deep while she cried out for me. And I wouldn’t forget her clit. I’d make sure to rub at her with slow, soft circles while I pumped my cock in and out of her. I would go slowly. Ease her into it. Be gentle with her perfect body and show her just how fucking good it could be.
A sudden honk behind me snapped me out of my thoughts.
I had a green light. Lazily sticking a hand out my window, I moved forwards. But I was gripping the steering wheel tight. My cock twitched in my jeans and I coughed, shifting slightly in my seat. I was only thinking of Holly because she was hot. That was it. She was a hot, cheerleader virgin. Excuse me for being a little curious about what it would be like to be her first.
It was an oddly pleasant thought. I couldn’t deny that. But it had to stay that way. It was nothing but a thought, a silly fantasy. She didn’t think of me like that, but the seed had been planted in my head and it was growing fast. Just like the last one: when I saw Holly bent over that afternoon, ass on show, panties on display, her plump ass cheeks looking good enough to just grab and fuckingknead.
And that night I had that dream about her... The dream where she was in my bed, her tits on show, her bare pussy all wet for me. I was fucking her deep and hard, and she was taking me so good. Her little whines and whimpers were still in my brain, repeating over and over.
So, there was another seed in my head. Yet another reason for me to think about Holly.
It wasn’t getting any easier.
Chapter 31
SAWYER
After driving around town for a little while I finally decided to go home. Dad would be there. He had been passed out when I left for school in the morning, and if I was lucky, he’d still be like that. He’d be pissed at me for getting suspended. Not because he gave a fuck about academics or me doing good in school. No. He just liked having reasons to yell at me.
When I got home and swung open the trailer door, the first thing I noticed was how quiet it was. The TV was off, there was no one sitting on the lounge, and the smell of beer wasn’t in the air. Dad must have been out.
Dropping my bag to the floor, I made my way to my room, but my eyes narrowed when I saw what was in front of me. My tin box… The one I kept under my bed with my stash of money, with the little notes and cards and photos I never wanted to forget… Where I kept Holly’s article… It was sitting right there in front of my bed.
With the lid off.
I snatched it off the ground with a sharp “fuck”. It was empty. Mostly empty, anyway. All the cash was gone, but the photo of Mom and other little mementos were still there. Including Holly’s article about me. Thank fuck he didn’t touch it. I held the precious piece of paper tight.
All my hard-earned cash was gone. That art deal had been my first one ever, but I hadn’t even had a chance to spend the reward yet. It would have gone towards rent or food or bills, but still. Fuck. I hurled the tin box to the floor, stomping into my dad’s room. Maybe he was passed out in hisbed after an expensive trip to the bar. When I shoved his door open, all I saw was an empty room. Giving his door a harsh kick, I stormed back into the living room.
I didn’t just have the six hundred bucks from the dude who bought my art in there. It was my work money too. It wasn’t a lot, but besides the cash in my wallet, that was all I fucking had to my name.
“Fuck!” I snapped, kicking at the coffee table. I needed to take my frustration out on something since my dad wasn’t home. My prediction: he was gonna buy some beer, then he was gonna gamble, then he was gonna get some more beer. He’d probably be out for a week, maybe two if he could stretch the cash out. Asshole didn’t even have the decency to fight me for the money. He just stole it.
Digging my wallet out of my pocket, I counted just under thirty bucks. I was supposed to be working every day after school. That would cover the rent, but me and Brodie were fucked for food. I could maybe get some extra shifts since my days were gonna be free… Marve usually didn’t ask too many questions, but he would probably get pissed at me for working instead of doing any of the school shit I was still meant to be doing. He was responsible like that.
I opened up the fridge and sighed at how empty it was. The cabinets were equally bare. My plan was to go grocery shopping after school. I fucked up putting it off. I also fucked up keeping that money under my bed. How did my dad find out? He must have been snooping or something. Either way, fuck him.
I could just steal food. Stealing was always an option. I’d have to cut back on the cigarettes too. They were harder to steal. Shit…
Everything just got so much harder.
***
I spent the rest of my day painting. Mainly because I was too pissed off to do anything else. It was another landscape. The country side again. I had ripped the photo out of some book Brodie had been reading in the libraryone day. That was the only thing the library was good for. I had managed to paint the entire canvas in a few hours. Lush, green mountains. A soft, blue sky. Just a few clouds in the sky – enough to provide that little bit of shade. I imagined that the air smelled fresh, welcoming. And it would be quiet. So quiet.
Unlike the car I could hear outside the trailer. I stepped away from the still wet canvas and looked at the clock. A little after three. That was either Brodie getting home from school or my dad’s drunk ass being dragged home in a cop car.
Moving into the living room, my black T-shirt covered in a few splotches of paint, I peered out of the window to see Holly’s car.
