Friday the 13th: The Scar

Chapter 4

David's POV

9 PM: One Hour Before The Plane Flight

I walked into Tammy's house, and the door was unlocked. I didn't see anyone home. "Hello? Tammy?" I yelled. I put my suitcase on the floor, and turned on the TV.

Then I turned around and Cassandra walked in the room from the kitchen. She was wearing the most skimpiest outfit ever. Gosh she is hot.

"Hey, sorry, Tammy isn't here. She'll be back in 30 minutes," she said, and then got closer to me.

"Okay, thanks-" she then grabbed me and pushed me into the couch and climbed on top of me until our eyes met.

"I know you want me, David. I'm the hottest person you've ever seen," Cassandra said. She is really hot. "Besides, Scarlett won't have sex with you since she's just a loser virgin. You can dump her," she said. She's right, I do want to break up with Scarlett cause I wanna be with her.

"But what about the wedding? Everyone expects us to go?" I asked. She gave me a sexy, flirtatious smirk.

"We ca go. Have a little privacy fun," Cassandra gave me a wink,"Then dump her, and we can run away and be together." She then kissed me. Her red lipstick got all over my mouth.

"Deal."

Tammy's POV

9:30pm-ish

I drove onto the driveway, and I notice David's and Cassandra's cars. Oh, good, I won't be alone when then pervert Greg gets here, I told myself. I don't understand how Brad and David are friend's with Greg. Probably for his drugs.

I walked into the house and I didn't see David or Cassandra. "Hello? David? Cassandra? Where you at?" I then looked to my left and saw David walking down the stairs with his pants off in his boxer's and buttoning his shirt. "What were you doing upstairs?" I asked. He didn't notice me walking in.

"I- I was-" he looked down like he was guilty about something. "Fine. Don't tell Scarlett but I was masturbating upstairs in your bathroom," he said, while I shook my head,"Please don't tell Scarlett."

"I- I won't. Just did you clean up?" I asked. Ugh, how weird that he does that in my parents house. I hope Cassandra didn't see.

"Yeah! Of course," he put his hand on my shoulder,"I'm not an animal." I grabbed his arm and moved it away.

"I hope that wasn't the hand you...did stuff with or I'm burning this shirt," I said. He laughed but I was being serious.

"No. It wasn't, and Cassandra has just been in your room. I'm gonna get dressed and get ready," he grabbed his pants off the couch and walked into the guest room upstairs.

Ugh, what a creep. The only decent boy is Brad. I then started to pack.