development.
“Yeah, sure you would have been prepared. Prepared to drop his ass like the bad habits you should drop. I like him. He doesn’t make things difficult. He’s laid back. Now all we gotta do is get him — and you — away from the drugs and alcohol and we’ll have ourselves a nice boyfriend with no complications so we can just finish out these last two years of school and start our real life. ”
Shut the hell up, Lilly. I don’t need your shit right now.
I try to veer off to side unnoticed, only to immediately get busted by Clark.
“Lil! Come here. Where are you going?” He’s freaking yelling across the damn court yard.
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Hell. Fuckity, fuck, fuck!
I spin around and start heading toward him. I’m in blue jeans and a ratty, old, fitted t-shirt that has one of Poison’s album covers on the front. Don’t ask me where I get the shit I wear. It appears, and if it’s ratty and shitty-looking, I wear it to match my ratty and shitty emotions.
“Hey, Clark,” I say quietly when I get close enough to the table for him to hear. “Why aren’t y’all at your usual table? What brings you out here?”
They all start whooping and hollering, laughing and slapping Clark on the back. “Motherfucker wasn’t lying!” I hear some guy say.
“Told y’all. I fucking told y’all.” Clark looks like he has just conquered something. Then he starts making introductions while I just stand there like a damn idiot. “Lil, this is Joey, Mike, Brad, Conner, my boy Nick…” I meet each guy’s stare with a glance and a smile when Clark announces their names, but when my eyes land on Nick’s, I stop.
He is absolutely gorgeous. His light eyes dance between blue and silver. And shit, he’s tall—like Leo tall—with a face of nothing but strong lines and angles under the blackest head of hair I have ever seen on a guy—inky black. And it looks like he just rolled out of bed after a damn good lay. His gunmetal eyes go to a clear sky blue when he smiles at me, realizing that he has snared my attention. I duck my head when feel a blush shoot up from my neck to my hairline and try and hide it beneath the curtain of my hair. I stand there studying my shoes as Clark finishes the introductions.
“Donny, Chris, Grayson, and of course you know your little brother Allen and his boy Robert.” My eyes fly up to see Allen smirking at me. “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Lil. Lil, these are my boys.”
“Hey, y’all,” I whisper before I lose my nerve to even speak.
I get a return chorus of guy ‘heys’ and ‘hi’s,’ along with a couple ‘what ups.’
I head over to Allen, trying to ignore the fact that Clark just went from the most uncomplicated thing in my life to making my life so complicated I can’t see straight.
“Hey, Allen. What’s up, Robert?” I smile at them then shoot my eyes to Allen and plead to him not to say anything.
Of course he does. “Ahhh, no, Lil. Clark doesn’t have any friends at all. You’re right.” He chuckles then realizes I’m pissed and tries to use his hand to cover up his smile.
“Oh shut the hell up, Allen!” I yell-whisper at him. “You think I would have stuck around if I’d have known this shit?” Then I feel Clark come up behind me and take my backpack off my shoulders, only to settle the weight of his arms around them.
“Known what shit, Lil?” he asks while kneeing the back of my locked knees and making my legs buckle underneath me. I don’t fall but only because Clark holds me up and says under his breath, “I knew you’d freak the fuck out. Knew it the second I clocked your little ass hiding at that party, all huddled up in the corner, trying to be invisible, and getting yourself hammered on free liquor.”
What the fuck? What damn party? I think to myself, quickly flipping through my early summer days and coming up completely empty-handed.
I’m sitting in my last class of the day, waiting on the bell to ring, when I feel my
“Yeah, sure you would have been prepared. Prepared to drop his ass like the bad habits you should drop. I like him. He doesn’t make things difficult. He’s laid back. Now all we gotta do is get him — and you — away from the drugs and alcohol and we’ll have ourselves a nice boyfriend with no complications so we can just finish out these last two years of school and start our real life. ”
Shut the hell up, Lilly. I don’t need your shit right now.
I try to veer off to side unnoticed, only to immediately get busted by Clark.
“Lil! Come here. Where are you going?” He’s freaking yelling across the damn court yard.
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Hell. Fuckity, fuck, fuck!
I spin around and start heading toward him. I’m in blue jeans and a ratty, old, fitted t-shirt that has one of Poison’s album covers on the front. Don’t ask me where I get the shit I wear. It appears, and if it’s ratty and shitty-looking, I wear it to match my ratty and shitty emotions.
“Hey, Clark,” I say quietly when I get close enough to the table for him to hear. “Why aren’t y’all at your usual table? What brings you out here?”
They all start whooping and hollering, laughing and slapping Clark on the back. “Motherfucker wasn’t lying!” I hear some guy say.
“Told y’all. I fucking told y’all.” Clark looks like he has just conquered something. Then he starts making introductions while I just stand there like a damn idiot. “Lil, this is Joey, Mike, Brad, Conner, my boy Nick…” I meet each guy’s stare with a glance and a smile when Clark announces their names, but when my eyes land on Nick’s, I stop.
He is absolutely gorgeous. His light eyes dance between blue and silver. And shit, he’s tall—like Leo tall—with a face of nothing but strong lines and angles under the blackest head of hair I have ever seen on a guy—inky black. And it looks like he just rolled out of bed after a damn good lay. His gunmetal eyes go to a clear sky blue when he smiles at me, realizing that he has snared my attention. I duck my head when feel a blush shoot up from my neck to my hairline and try and hide it beneath the curtain of my hair. I stand there studying my shoes as Clark finishes the introductions.
“Donny, Chris, Grayson, and of course you know your little brother Allen and his boy Robert.” My eyes fly up to see Allen smirking at me. “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Lil. Lil, these are my boys.”
“Hey, y’all,” I whisper before I lose my nerve to even speak.
I get a return chorus of guy ‘heys’ and ‘hi’s,’ along with a couple ‘what ups.’
I head over to Allen, trying to ignore the fact that Clark just went from the most uncomplicated thing in my life to making my life so complicated I can’t see straight.
“Hey, Allen. What’s up, Robert?” I smile at them then shoot my eyes to Allen and plead to him not to say anything.
Of course he does. “Ahhh, no, Lil. Clark doesn’t have any friends at all. You’re right.” He chuckles then realizes I’m pissed and tries to use his hand to cover up his smile.
“Oh shut the hell up, Allen!” I yell-whisper at him. “You think I would have stuck around if I’d have known this shit?” Then I feel Clark come up behind me and take my backpack off my shoulders, only to settle the weight of his arms around them.
“Known what shit, Lil?” he asks while kneeing the back of my locked knees and making my legs buckle underneath me. I don’t fall but only because Clark holds me up and says under his breath, “I knew you’d freak the fuck out. Knew it the second I clocked your little ass hiding at that party, all huddled up in the corner, trying to be invisible, and getting yourself hammered on free liquor.”
What the fuck? What damn party? I think to myself, quickly flipping through my early summer days and coming up completely empty-handed.
I’m sitting in my last class of the day, waiting on the bell to ring, when I feel my
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