With a twist of my shoulders, I jerk myself free, and he laughs even harder now, drawing me close.
“You don’t realize what I just did,” he whispers into my ear.
My shoulders come up. My skin has to be all covered in goosebumps.
“What do you do when you claim something? When you see a picture of a hunk or some such? A piece of chocolate you don’t want someone else to have?”
He draws back, and I gape at him.
He licked me.
You lick something you want.
Something you want to claim.
“I’m—”
“I suggest you pick your next words carefully,” he says, his tone containing a warning.
“—leaving,” I amend, having been about to saynot yours.
“You scared her off,” Shane says. “What a pussy.”
"Because pussies can't take a real pounding," I counter as I storm past him. "It's not as if you can push a ten-pound baby out of the tip of your cock. No, you get tapped in the balls, and you're rolling on the floor, crying, bawling like a baby. I always wondered why people say to grow a pair. They're so flimsy."
“You know you have cock envy,” Corey says.
“Should I call you Freud?” I climb onto my bike. “Does that mean you want to kill your dad and fuck your mom?”
And I turn on my bike and hightail it out of there. Hearing the roar of four bikes turning on has me daring to go almost as fast as I went when I ran away.
I’m a regular daredevil on my bike. A cop once wanted to pull me over for speeding. What did I do? Get on the highway and then weave between the cars. The cop had to stop his pursuit.
So I do the same, losing the guys. Yes, it’s a waste of gas, but it’s also exhilarating. Awkward with my backpack on, but still.
This is living.
This is what I need.
This is my escape.
The open road.
Any destination.
Any place at all.
Maybe I should leave.
Find a new school.
A place that has a job.
But what are the chances that the next place will have more bullies? Far too high. The world is filled with far too many assholes, and I’m over all of them.
I slow down and get off the highway, heading back to town. The place is affluent. If I could get a job at a restaurant, I could be set. The bills would be high.
Yeah, but the tips might not be, and if Brett and his goons show up, it’s bound to be a miserable time.