Far Away

[11] Slutty Bitch

Michael

I apply the last piece of tape to the last flyer I put up today. I went to the mall and begged every store to let me put up a flyer. I just finished and was walking out to my car dreading going back home only because the Mangatal's were coming over and I didn't feel like dealing with Shana today.

There's a reason why Shana is so stuck on me and won't leave me alone. I'm ashamed of the reason, but I made some bad choices the summer going into my sophomore year and I know that. I use to drink and party a lot, but after the incident with Shana. I vowed to never drink until I was actually legal. I get in my car, starting it and wait for the heat to kick up. I lean back in my chair, groaned and whisper to myself.

"Why couldn't I just keep my dick in my pants that year?" I shake my head shamefully.

Summer before sophomore year I slept around in secrecy. I know it's bad yes, but I learned my lesson after sleeping with Shana.

Terrible, regretful?

Yes, but what's done is done.

We were both so drunk at the party, I don't even remember sticking it inside her. I just remember drunkenly slamming into her and her drunk ass moaning. I really hated myself after that.

We were both 15 and experienced. I had slept with older girls in the 16-18 range, but how could they know I was only 15?

I was tall, very experienced and look 18, but Shana was a slut and still is. It pisses her off that I refuse to touch her again. I remember telling her that it was a mistake and she was furious. I chuckle quietly to myself.

"She was so damn mad."

But she better be lucky I still even talk to her, cause if it was up to me, I'd treat her like she was just a stranger on the streets. She'd blend in with the rest of the people I never even thought about.

Harsh?

Maybe, but Shana's the devil.

She tried to get her parents to talk to mine into arranging a marriage for us to 'keep our bank accounts stronger' as she put it.

Fuck that.

She just wants me all to herself, but my parents aren't stupid. They would never force me to do something I don't want to do. I chuckle quietly to myself as I drive home to get ready for dinner with Shana and her parents.

God give me strength...

I park in the garage, get out and went straight to my room. I take off my casual clothes and put on my black suit pants and a red button up shirt. I had to look 'nice'. I snort your myself. I should just show up downstairs with basketball shorts and no shirt. I put on my socks, lay on my bed and wait for mother to let me know they arrive. I then slowly start to doze off...

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Shana

I look at myself in my compact mirror in the backseat and put on my lipstick. I flip my hair to the side over my shoulder and smirk to myself. We were having dinner tonight at the Jackson's house, and I was so ready to make Michael mine. He's been so occupied about the quiet bitch's disappearance, and I know exactly what he needs to take his mind off of her. My dad pulls into their driveway and we all get out and ring the doorbell. Mr. Jackson answers the door with Mrs. Jackson by his side. They're a very good looking couple... and Michael is a delicious mixture of the two. Mrs. Jackson smiles at me and walk over to the stairs and shouts.

"Michael!" We all wait and hear no reply back. She rolls her eyes and walk up a step.

"MICHAEL!" She huffs after she gets no reply again, then giggles.