the him of hers

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De

My eyes won't stop themselves from drifting over to the girl I disfavored, who's sitting a few inches away from me in the backseat of the truck. She's sleeping. Good. At least she won't see me being a fucking fool.

Something about the way she looks right now. Eyes closed and mouth shut for once. Not angry or a wannabe badass. But different.

I don't know how. And it fucking aches to try to even figure it out. So I don't.

The other three are gone on the beach. Both of us must have been sleep when they arrived and they just left us in here.

I look down to my phone that's flooding with texts from bitches and people who need a stash. It could be stressful, but it's not.

They know that I choose when I want to respond and always will. They're on my time, it'll always be that way.

It's not shit to do right now. So I decide to respond to one of the females who's been on my dick lately.

Verbally and physically.

Never really have I understood why they want to fuck with me so badly. I kind of get a feeling that it's because of my money. But I never let them get to that.

Or maybe because of word getting around the school of girls sleeping with me.

Because I'm definitely not shit. I'm the most fucked up fuck to exist. And treating people with respect, you wouldn't find me doing it ritually.

I think of myself as something on their bucket list from the way I've heard them talk about wanting to fuck. Which is why I do them the way I do.

A name appears on the screen of my phone as a incoming call. Cheerleader. I hesitate, wondering if this certain caller would meet my needs and wants. It takes a minute, then the bulb breaks.

She asked for my number on the first day of school. A little pushy with it. Almost made me rock her shit.

Lily. No. Lacy. No. Lucy. Fuck.

Lexi. Yeah.

Lately she's been showing up and popping around more than others do. Making herself comfortable with me instantly. I don't agree with those traits of hers much. And I damn sure don't favor them.

She's a bitch. But a bitch with a nice ass. Who I've taken a round or two on. And wouldn't mind another. If she didn't run that big ass mouth of hers so fucking much.

My decision is to go ahead and answer the call. I'm bored and need a little entertainment. So why not? I swipe over and bring the phone to my ear.

"Yo."

"Demario-"

I already clench my jaws from the cringe of my full name falling off her lips. I crave to correct her. "De. What you up to today?"

"Well that's what I was calling you for. To check on you. You haven't texted me back all day. I'm literally going to die."