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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I was aware that I had serious issues. I was aware that I was an asshole. And I was aware that I was slowly becoming beyond smitten with Red.
A complete contrast to how I felt about her in the past.
However, so far, I knew how Red's mind worked. I knew I coaxed her with the thought of touching herself and fuck, do I wish I was there. I often find myself wondering what the inside of her house looked like. What does her bedroom look like?
She's so fucking innocent that it made no sense.
What high schooler didn't know about sex and self-pleasure?
But I didn't find it as it is a bad thing. Truly, I like the idea of teaching her something she was unfamiliar with.
I also knew I had to take my time with her because she was new to all of it and I was still in the background trying to prove myself.
Though she has yet to tell me exactly what test she was going to give me, I couldn't help the fact that she was testing me with her so called friendship with that creepy fucker. Was she truly friends with his ass? Maybe. Was I comfortable with it? Fuck no.
Something was off about that kid, no matter how genuine he seems to come off to be. It pisses me off because he is always there in her face. I didn't like it at all and she knew I disagreed with the whole friendship thing but she continues with it anyway.
The geeky fucker might have got his ass saved that day but I was not going to act clueless as to how close he was trying to be with her. Whether she knew of his stupid crush or not was unanswered to me. Just thinking about the two of them standing close together bugged me.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of glass shattering and my mother's shouts.
Exhaling a loud breath through my nose, I looked over towards the electric alarm clock that glowed on my nightstand. It was two in the morning and they were starting the same old argument once again.
Dad was back from his business trip and mom didn't waste any time starting fights with him
