Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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The cloudy sky matched my mood. Dark.
I believed I'd run out of chances. She was done and I was done. I meant what I said about no longer needing her help with my studies.
Even though we didn't have too many tutor sessions, I actually put in some effort in bettering myself. I wanted a future in football and I knew I wasn't going to have it if I continued to not give a damn.
Something Red has made me do.
Here I was thinking about how fucking smart she was and how she took the time to work and better herself made me want to do the same.
It was strange really.
Strange how these feelings developed out of nowhere. Never have I ever found myself thinking about a girl as much as Red and I didn't even fuck her.
Hell, I wouldn't want to anyway. She wasn't my type.
Of course, she was a beautiful girl with a figure I have yet to fully see, but that wasn't the problem. She was a virgin and I knew she was. I had my eye on her for a while now and it was obvious in some of the things she did.
She may be a girl of many tattoos but she was a pure girl and I didn't fuck with them.
The emotional attachment that comes right after sex was not me and I make sure to tell every girl I fuck that. Call me an asshole for it but I didn't do the whole aftercare shit. That wasn't me.
But I haven't been myself lately and it was all Red's fault.
"Do I need to find another ride home?" Jules asked from beside me, gathering her belongings from the passenger seat of my car.
Adrian spent the night at one of his many girl's houses and Dad was still out of town on business while my mother stayed out all night and came home to sleep on the couch. She'd been so drunk she couldn't make it to her room and it pissed me off that Jules had to help her to our parent's room to get her cleaned up.
"No," I sighed. "I should be out here before you after the last period."
"Okay." She nods, placing her hand on the door but she doesn't make a move to get out. "She's getting worse, Mercer." The emotion in her tone is apparent and I shift uncomfortably, not really wanting to indulge in this conversation.
