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It strikes me how different our lives are. Maybe I wear the same name brands now, but I’m not like her. We drive nice cars and carry Gucci bags, but my mom doesn’t give two shits if I leave the house on a school night or don’t come home until dawn. In fact, she wouldn’t even notice. Either she’s out partying herself, or she’s passed out drunk and wouldn’t hear me. Since we moved into this house, I’ve had all the freedom I want and then some. No one’s ever protected me from making my own bad choices and suffering the consequences. Even if it wasn’t her intent, my mother has made me strong.
I walk into school the next day like I own the place, and no one stops me. I keep waiting for someone to step into my path and ask me who the fuck I think I am, parading around like I belong here when they all know I’m from the trailer park. But no one does. So, I keep being queen, despite the tension in the air, like everyone’s waiting for a showdown, waiting to see how long it lasts.
Thursday night, I pull up outside Gloria’s house at half past eleven, with the lights off as promised, even though the sky is pitch black with clouds and grumbling with thunder. I don’t turn into the gravel drive, and I let the car roll to a stop so I don’t make too much noise on the road. I send a text, and a minute later, a little figure drops out of the tree next to the house. Unlike the Dolce house, they have no upstairs balcony with stairs, but apparently that hasn’t deterred her from sneaking out. As she races through the dewy grass on bare feet, her long blonde hair streaming behind her in the moonlight, I’m reminded just how damn pretty she is.
She hops into the car and pulls the door closed gently before turning to me with a huge grin on her face. “This better be good,” she says, dropping her shoes on the floorboards.
“Oh, it’ll be good,” I promise.
“Not gonna tell us what it is?” Colt drawls from the back seat.
Gloria whips around. “Oh god,” she groans, flopping back in the seat. “You brought the troll with you?”
“He’s not a troll,” I say, giving her a funny look. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Colt’s hot.”
Colt chuckles. “Oh, she’s noticed.”
“Gross,” Gloria says, crossing her arms and turning to the window. “If I’d known he’d be here, I wouldn’t have agreed to come.”
“I can make you come whether or not you agree to it,” he says.
“Oh my god, make him stop,” Gloria squeals. “He’s like a slobbering dog.”
“Colt, stop tormenting the drama queen,” I say, glancing at him in the rearview. “Lo, chill. He’s just messing with you because you give him the reaction he wants.”
“It’s true,” Colt says. “You make it so easy. But don’t worry, I’m just playing. I know you’re all repressed and shit. You wouldn’t know what to do with dick this good.”
“I’m not repressed,” Gloria says with a huff. “Just because a girl doesn’t want your dick doesn’t mean she’s a prude.”
“So you admit you’re not getting good dick?”
“Shut up,” she says. “That’s not what I said. Rylan’s dick is fine.”
Colt snorts with laughter. I can’t help but laugh, too, even when I try to hold it back.
“What?” Gloria snaps.
“Nothing,” Colt says, still snickering.
“What?” she demands again, turning to me. “Why is that funny?”
“You know,” I say, giving her a meaningful look. “Most guys probably don’t want their dicks referred to asfine? Unless you’re like,damn, that boy’s dick is so fine.”
Colt’s still laughing hysterically. “My dick’s super-fine. Some might even say super mega fine.”
“Okay, very funny,” Gloria says. “I’m one hundred percent sure Rylan’s dick is better.”
“You never know until you try it,” Colt says.
“That would be a hard no.”
“You’re right about thehardpart.”
Gloria cringes. “Eww, you’re hard right now?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”