even the really important ones like state. But he’s there for Lidia and I really hate that.
After about twenty minutes I set my guitar back on its stand. I take a seat at my desk and work through my piles of homework. As soon as I finish with my Italian assignment, I finally rest my eyes, just long enough to be woken by loud shouts and the slamming of car doors. “Dude! You were on fi -re!” I hear.
The front door opens and Caleb shushes someone. “I think Liv is upstairs sleeping. Let me go check real quick.”
“Let me go, I wanna ask her why she didn’t come to our game. She missed the touchdown I scored for her.”
Those two are so flipping loud. All right, at least Caleb is trying to shush the boy. I peer down at my book and exhaustion creeps up again. “Dude! Stop it! She’ll be pissed off if you just waltz in there and drill her with questions.”
“I swear, man…you say you hate her but you’re awfully protective of her. What’s up? Did you decide you wanted to get a little piece of it after all?”
I groan at the thought of either of them wanting any of me. I move toward the door and flip the lock. Then for the hell of it I make moaning sounds, “Ummm…oh…yeah…”
“Shush…what’s that…”
“Oh…yeah! Right there! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Dude! She’s totally banging someone in there or she’s playing with herself.”
Stifling back my own laughter at these two morons, I jump around on the bed and scream out, “Holy…hell yeahs!” And then my door bursts open.
Chapter 20
Caleb
Derrick insists on coming into the house while I go get my shower and change real quick for Amber’s party. He hounds me about taking Skylar with us, but she can’t come. She can only pull off the hat routine for so long before someone takes notice something is up.
Reaching her room, I hear her moaning and it’s the kind of moans girls do with me. She’s screwing someone in there, or she’s kinkier than I thought and using a toy. Either way, I shouldn’t give a damn, but it bothers me. Herself—totally hot. Another dude—no, that pisses me off.
Testing the handle, it doesn’t move much, meaning it’s locked. Before I realize what I’m doing, my foot is raised and ready to go through a door. The clearing of a throat causes me to halt. I look up and meet my uncle’s stern glare. “What’s going on here?”
Derrick stands next to me and shrugs. “Mr. Timmons, I swear we just got here and that was going on. Caleb was going to bust down the door right before you showed up.”
“Go stall Erin,” my uncle says.
Derrick elbows me down the steps. “She’s sooo busted. I kind of feel sorry for the dude in there.”
Just as he finishes the sentence, a loud “crack” fills the stairwell and Erin opens the front door. “Hey boys, how are…” She trails off when we all hear, “What the eff, Brian!”
“Oh Skylar, I’m so sorry, I just…It sounded like…”
Erin and I rush upstairs. I shove Derrick away as he tries to follow. Luckily Erin sees and says, “You need to have a seat in the living room, please. This is a family matter.”
Derrick reluctantly does what he’s told while I’m almost to the top of the stairs and hear, “You just busted down my door.”
“I’m soo…”
It’s weird hearing my uncle all apologetic. I glance into Skylar’s room and notice why he’s being all awkward now. Skylar is fully dressed and standing on her bed. There’s no dude in there, and she certainly doesn’t look like she was caught doing things to herself.
Erin clears her throat. “Does someone care to explain what’s going on here?”
Oh, this should be good. “Well…the boys were standing outside her room, and there were…” Brian hangs his head and mumbles, “Sex sounds coming from here, and so I thought…”
“Liv?”
Skylar glares at Erin with her arms folded across her chest. “Seriously, Mom, he breaks down my door and I’m going to get in trouble?” She
After about twenty minutes I set my guitar back on its stand. I take a seat at my desk and work through my piles of homework. As soon as I finish with my Italian assignment, I finally rest my eyes, just long enough to be woken by loud shouts and the slamming of car doors. “Dude! You were on fi -re!” I hear.
The front door opens and Caleb shushes someone. “I think Liv is upstairs sleeping. Let me go check real quick.”
“Let me go, I wanna ask her why she didn’t come to our game. She missed the touchdown I scored for her.”
Those two are so flipping loud. All right, at least Caleb is trying to shush the boy. I peer down at my book and exhaustion creeps up again. “Dude! Stop it! She’ll be pissed off if you just waltz in there and drill her with questions.”
“I swear, man…you say you hate her but you’re awfully protective of her. What’s up? Did you decide you wanted to get a little piece of it after all?”
I groan at the thought of either of them wanting any of me. I move toward the door and flip the lock. Then for the hell of it I make moaning sounds, “Ummm…oh…yeah…”
“Shush…what’s that…”
“Oh…yeah! Right there! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Dude! She’s totally banging someone in there or she’s playing with herself.”
Stifling back my own laughter at these two morons, I jump around on the bed and scream out, “Holy…hell yeahs!” And then my door bursts open.
Chapter 20
Caleb
Derrick insists on coming into the house while I go get my shower and change real quick for Amber’s party. He hounds me about taking Skylar with us, but she can’t come. She can only pull off the hat routine for so long before someone takes notice something is up.
Reaching her room, I hear her moaning and it’s the kind of moans girls do with me. She’s screwing someone in there, or she’s kinkier than I thought and using a toy. Either way, I shouldn’t give a damn, but it bothers me. Herself—totally hot. Another dude—no, that pisses me off.
Testing the handle, it doesn’t move much, meaning it’s locked. Before I realize what I’m doing, my foot is raised and ready to go through a door. The clearing of a throat causes me to halt. I look up and meet my uncle’s stern glare. “What’s going on here?”
Derrick stands next to me and shrugs. “Mr. Timmons, I swear we just got here and that was going on. Caleb was going to bust down the door right before you showed up.”
“Go stall Erin,” my uncle says.
Derrick elbows me down the steps. “She’s sooo busted. I kind of feel sorry for the dude in there.”
Just as he finishes the sentence, a loud “crack” fills the stairwell and Erin opens the front door. “Hey boys, how are…” She trails off when we all hear, “What the eff, Brian!”
“Oh Skylar, I’m so sorry, I just…It sounded like…”
Erin and I rush upstairs. I shove Derrick away as he tries to follow. Luckily Erin sees and says, “You need to have a seat in the living room, please. This is a family matter.”
Derrick reluctantly does what he’s told while I’m almost to the top of the stairs and hear, “You just busted down my door.”
“I’m soo…”
It’s weird hearing my uncle all apologetic. I glance into Skylar’s room and notice why he’s being all awkward now. Skylar is fully dressed and standing on her bed. There’s no dude in there, and she certainly doesn’t look like she was caught doing things to herself.
Erin clears her throat. “Does someone care to explain what’s going on here?”
Oh, this should be good. “Well…the boys were standing outside her room, and there were…” Brian hangs his head and mumbles, “Sex sounds coming from here, and so I thought…”
“Liv?”
Skylar glares at Erin with her arms folded across her chest. “Seriously, Mom, he breaks down my door and I’m going to get in trouble?” She
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