I wince, already regretting saying something so personal.
Faulkner440: I matter 2 me.
MrD: Who do you want to matter to?
Faulkner440: Maybe I want 2 do something that matters in the grand scheme.
MrD: What if I could get u all those things?
Faulkner440: U really think highly of urself
Faulkner440: R U God?
MrD: Sometimes
Faulkner440: *eyeroll*
MrD: Let’s start with the easy one.
Faulkner440: A million bucks? Do u need me to forward this email to 10 ppl in the next 10 minutes and they’ll all send me back $? Lol
MrD: A way out of here. What does that mean? Out of your class? Your school? This town?
Faulkner440: yes
MrD: What if I said I could do that.
Faulkner440: I wud say ur a funny guy
MrD: You have to do your part, too.
Faulkner440: Here it comes. Let me guess. I have 2 meet u somewhere shady, alone, without telling anyone. Then ur going to tell me you have some job in another state, and next thing I know, I’m a junkie living in a trailer servicing truckers while u pocket the $. No thanx.
MrD: You have quite the imagination, Harper.
Faulkner440: Not imagination. I watch the news.
MrD: You saw that on the news?
Faulkner440: I see the truth. When ppl look at a woman’s body, they see opportunity.
MrD: That’s not what I see when I look at your body.
A shiver clings to my spine, and I want to turn around, to look at the other students, see who’s engrossed a little too much in their laptop. I force myself not to move. Maybe he’s fucking with me, or maybe he’s seen me, but that doesn’t mean he’s here right now. If he has ten grand, he’s not sitting in a flunkie class at FHS.
Faulkner440: Not going 2 ask.
MrD: I like your body type. It’s the kind that looks all delicate when I’m on top of you, like you’d break with one good pounding. But turn you around and hit it from the back, and that ass looks like it could take the most brutal gangbang imaginable. And trust me, babygirl, that’s pretty fucking brutal.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I swallow hard, glad he’s not here to see my face. I’m no innocent, but I’m also not used to men talking to me quite so crudely. Or candidly. I’m not sure which it is. Maybe both.
Faulkner440: I see a creepy old dude jerking off in his trailer while stalking teenager girls online
MrD: That’s how you see yourself? Talk about distorted self-image…
Faulkner440: funny guy
MrD: I have my moments.