Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
I knew by then, of course, that he was into her because by then, I’d heard about her and had been getting reports, most of which called him the creeper for always hanging around that bitch. That’s what really sent me looking for him.
I figured I could kill two birds with one stone, and that’s where the jersey came in. I could have him pose as Cody to send to her, and I could scratch the itch that had been bothering me for weeks since school began. It always takes a while to find the right candidate. Someone who wouldn’t speak out about what we’d been doing.
Someone who was so enamored of me to the point that they’d die before they betrayed me. It takes time and effort to get anyone to that point, so by the time I came up with the jersey idea, I had a wild itch that needed scratching.
Just the thought of all that lust and hate warring inside him because of the same two people who were tormenting me made me needy. And it seemed like fate that the two of us should find each other amongst all this. He wasn’t far off my usual fare either. I go for the young fresh out of high school jocks that remind me of the best time in my life. My last two years of high school.
Being held in the arms of some sweaty freshman who was just happy to get laid because he’d left his stupid girlfriend back home with dreams of happily ever after and all that other bullshit that means nothing was something approaching paradise to me.
As long as I kept them well fed while holding something, some secret that I’d found out through my own means over their heads, I knew they would never talk. I always made sure, though, to make it seem that me knowing their secret isn’t such a big deal while knowing that just the fact that another living soul knows it is terrifying.
Jeff, like I said, wasn’t my usual style, but he just so happened to fit in perfectly with what I wanted. He was a bit more on the nerdy side than I usually go for, but at least he had what I needed to get the job done. With him, I could let my imagination run wild, especially because of the bond that we shared, the bond he had no idea about.
I felt lust rising along with my thoughts and the aftereffects of the hit I took from my own pure joint; no additives, thank you. I squeezed my thighs together as thoughts of what I planned to set in motion ran through my head. I looked over at him through the haze, working myself up to being okay with this.
I’d tell myself each time I did this, had one of these little trysts, that I wasn’t cheating since I’d always imagine that it was Cody in bed with me. I’d even got some of the boys to answer to his name, and there have even been a few Codys in the past.
It’s not like I’ve never had sex before meeting him here on campus. So, since we weren’t entirely official yet, it was okay to continue with life the way I had been before we knew each other. Once we get married, then I can become faithful because I’d never need another man to take his place, to pretend to be him.
I felt ashamed at all the lengths I’d gone to to make that happen on occasion. Those times like now, when I hadn’t found the perfect candidate for the semester when I’d gone off and hired someone in the next town over. Or sometimes, I’d choose some rando on campus and scare him into keeping his lips sealed once I was done with his services.
This Jeff guy, though, was the first one to serve a whole other purpose. His hate for one and obsession with the other were constantly fueled by me over time. I’d spent days making him call me by her name, conditioning him, but nothing gets him going like when I put on the wig that had been made to look like her boyish outdated hairstyle.
Tonight, I’d worn it because tonight I am going to be her in a way that is sure to escalate the things I’d already set in motion since time was running out. I bet she thinks she’d won, that she’d gotten me out of the picture and was free to go on about her merry way with the man I planned to marry. My heart raced with the thought of her demise, and I felt such a rush it was enough, mixed with my high, to erase the thoughts that had been plaguing me ever since I left that room earlier this evening.