Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
The door slams shut, and I jerk from the sound. Closing my eyes, I slide down the wall, my legs unable to support me any longer. My whole body shakes with each ragged sob that rips from my chest, and all I can do is wrap my arms around my legs and think of how right he is.
How it should’ve been me and not her.
7
Jackson
Another day of classes, and another night of misery. I thought the nightmares of not being able to save my sister had stopped, but it seems since that night at Kennedy’s house, they’ve gotten worse. I do my best to avoid all thoughts of Kennedy, but it’s hard when I’m doing everything in my damn power to make her life fucking hell.
I had every intention of making her give me a blow job when I went to her house, but that blew up in my face like a giant bomb of fucked up. When I saw that picture of Jillian and Kennedy, I was sucked back in time. The pain flooded into my chest, every ounce of it poured like rain from the sky, making it hard for me to breathe, and all I could do was react.
“Dude, what the fuck are you thinking about? Been getting pussy that’s worthy of daydreaming about or something?” Talon pokes fun beside me as he shoves chips into his mouth.
I look down at the tray of food I got for myself. None of it looks appetizing right now.
“I’m not daydreaming, asshole. I just don’t have anything to say.”
“Sure, if you say so.”
A group of girls walk into the cafeteria, their voices carrying across the room, and I cringe at the sound. It’s like nails on a chalkboard. Girls are good for fucking, but that’s it. At least the ones I end up meeting. They aren’t the type I would ever bring home to my parents. If my mom knew half the shit I did, she would have a stroke.
“Crystal is looking at you like she wants to take a spin on your dick.” Talon elbows me in the side just as I lift my eyes, confirming exactly what he said. The girl looks like she wants to suck me off, right here, under the table.
I snort, “They all want to fuck me, what are you talking about?” Just then, Crystal and her group of friends start walking over to our table. Inside, I want to stab myself in the eye with a fork to avoid talking to her, but on the outside, I plaster on the smile that makes panties disappear and prepare myself to make her swoon. Maybe I can get her on her back to help take some of the ease out of my balls. All the taunting and bullying of Kennedy leaves little time for getting laid.
“Jackson, Talon,” she greets us, batting her eyelashes. It looks like something might be in her eye, but I don’t say anything. That’s not going to get her to sit on my dick. Girls like assholes but only if they’re half assholes, not full ones.
“Crystal, how are you?” Her face lights up with joy. I’d met her a couple times at house parties but only knew her by association, so I’m guessing she didn’t expect me to know her name.
“Uh… I’m good. My girls and I were wondering if you were going to be at the party the football team is putting on?”
Talon and I exchange a look and shrug. “I guess it depends if you and your girls are going to be there.”
Crystal licks her lips, and I bet she’s picturing herself on my dick right now. Her friends are looking at me like they want to eat me too. Maybe I’ll do a two for one special.
“Uh, duh, we’ll be there.” Crystal smiles, but it does nothing for me.
“Then we’ll be there too, baby,” Talon purrs.
The girls nearly clap their hands together like a group of kids excited for dessert.
“Okay, well, guess we will see you then.” Crystal drags her teeth over her bottom lip, and fuck, she’s trying to get me to chase her.
All the joy in the room deflates when I spot a blonde head of hair, that’s connected to a slim body, walking into the room. It’s not illegal for her to be in the university cafeteria, but it’s not common. I’ve never seen her eat on campus.
Crystal and her friends are still standing in front of us, but now that Kennedy is here, those girls seem so mundane and plain. They are nothing in comparison to Kennedy, who is still the prettiest girl here, even without makeup and a scar on her face. I ban that thought from my mind as fast as it popped in.
Wanting to kick myself for even thinking about her like that, I watch her hips sway, her tight little ass looks so plump in those yoga pants.