This girl…
This fucking girl…
She haunts me.
I can still see her, legs spread out, pussy glistening as I worked her with my cock. Her shy little moans as I took her virginity, promising to never let another guy touch her.
And I meant it.
She’s insane if she thinks I’m going to pretend I never had her tits in my mouth when I see her at school in a few days. What’s her plan? Move on? Meet a nice guy?
Give him the rest of her firsts?
Dream the fuck on, baby.
My best friend making his way to my car halts my spiral.
Xavier’s been back from camp less than twenty-four hours, and he’s already cleaning up my mess. He came over to my house the second he heard about Lexie and somehow got roped into getting my ass out of trouble—the way he always does.
To be fair, my best friend thinks he’s Dr. Phil or some shit. He knew something was wrong as soon as he came in. I eventually caved and told him about the police’s discovery.
Turns out the car that was following Lexie and me was stolen. It was found abandoned by a dirt road with only one thing inside…
A baseball cap.
What’s worse, I’ve seen that cap before.
On the scumbag dealer my brother hooked me up with at the beginning of the summer. Had I known Brody’s guy was such a nutcase, I would’ve never borrowed money from him in the first place.
I haven’t been able to stop wondering if the lowlife could have something to do with what happened to Lexie. I even set up a meeting to “pay him back,” which is really just code for “uncover the truth.”
Xavier and I are meeting him behind the abandoned movie theater across town in ten minutes. The place is a dump. No one will see us there. But most importantly…
No one will hear him scream.
A torn expression on his face, Xavier opens the door and slides into my passenger seat. My mouth goes dry at the stack of money in his hands. He just sold one of his autographed basketball jerseys for me—the thing was worth a pretty penny.
All so that I could pay back some fucking nobody.
I’m aware there’s a good chance the money will never make it into the guy’s hands, but we wanted to be prepared. Just in case the bastard is genuinely clueless and the person responsible for Lexie’s death is still out there.
“That’s all of it.” Xavier hands me the cash.
“Thanks, man.” My voice is laced with shame.
He slouches into his seat. “Don’t mention it.”
I’m good at that.
Not mentioning things.
Like the fact that I fucked his girlfriend.
Twice.
To think I was this close to doing it again the day Dia burst into my life. I crack a smile remembering how she kneed me in the balls without blinking, promising that the only thing her mouth would ever do for me was telling me to fuck off. I hated her for that back then, but now?
I realize I got off easy.