The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

Chapter five.

• SHE'S MY COLLAR - GORILLAZ

ONE WEEK

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The week passed pretty fast. I usually hung out with Bill, and once Tom warmed up, I skipped class with him sometimes. Nothing more, though. He usually just smoked and talked about girls. But the twins were the closest thing I had to friends at the moment.

"Why did letters have to be put into maths questions? I mean, I don't even know my twelve times tables." Tom frowned as he walked beside Bill and I. "Exactly!" Bill said before continuing. "Which is why you should help us." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"No." I responded, my eyes focused on the picture I'd taken on my camera. "I told you the answers on Myspace last night." I mumbled.

"Yeah, but you didn't tell us there was an essay involved, too. You need to help us out." Bill begged. "You can stay the night if you want." He added on.

I glanced at the two, which, by now, Tom was distracted on his phone. "Yeah, alright. I'll flash my tits while I'm at it." I said, waiting for a solid moment.

Tom's attention quickly flickered back to me, and he rolled his eyes before tucking his phone into his pocket. "Hilarious." He fake-laughed. I smirked, turning my head away and sighing heavily. "Yeah, I'll help you. For Bill, not your sorry ass." I said, pointing to Tom. He grinned, pushing my hand away. "Is the flashing part involved?"

"Nope." I responded, hearing Bill snicker before I turned back around and looked down at my camera again as we exited the school and started to walk to the twins' house.

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I dropped my bag, slumping down onto Bill's bed with a groan.

It was after school. Before we came, I managed to convince Mario and Seb to let me stay the night. Which was more difficult than it should be because they don't like Tom or Bill.

"Thank fuck it's the weekend," I murmured, rubbing my face. Bill laughed, dropping beside me. "You've only been there a week-- but I don't blame you. I had to color my shoes black just because they wouldn't allow my normal ones in dance." He sighed.

"And then there's the pedophile teacher,"
I laughed, looking at Bill who was now giggling. "Come on, stupid. I wanna show you something." Bill nodded towards the fashion magazines on his floor.

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"That belt," Bill pointed with his free hand. "Can you check where that's from? It's just there." He said, his eyes now focused on my nails he was painting.

"Mmhm," I hummed, peeling open the page that had a sticky substance on it and had practically glued a few other pages together. And then there was a model. "Jesus, Bill?" I wiped my hand, my eyebrows furrowed. "It.. reeks."

"That's Tom, not me!" He quickly protested. "I'm a tits guy. She doesn't have any of that." He glanced at the page smothered with the substance. "In fact, he has a habit of taking my shit. Can you go to his room, grab my cigarettes?" Bill sighed, pinching the corner of the magazine and putting it to the side.

"Sure," I pulled away, standing up with a small wobble and heading out into the hallway as I wiped my hands on my t-shirt. I raised my fingers to my nose, taking a whiff and furrowing my eyebrows. That was definitely what I thought it was.

I looked down, following the light from beneath the door, which I was assuming was Tom's.

The door got a little push before it slowly creaked open. Tom was asleep, his head tilted to the side with the cover over his naked body.

I ignored him and reached for the pack of Marlboro's sitting by his mirror on the dresser.

"What are you doing?" A raspy, cold accent mumbled with a slow breath out.

I looked in the body mirror in front of me, his eyes gazing at me curiously. He seemed amused despite the walk-in.

"Bill wants his cigarettes."

"Mhm? come give me one." He adjusted the blanket, now uncovering his body as his dick rested on the side of his thigh. completely, visible.

Was that body really hiding underneath those baggy clothes?

My eyes immediately went to his hands, then his dick as I sucked in a breath.

He was big. Really, really fucking big. A solid nine inches-- even soft it was fucking huge.

I grabbed the lighter with a slight shaky hand at the brutal sight. I headed over to the bed, his eyes focused on me.

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I watched her perky breasts peek through the school top as she leaned down, bagging it enough so I could see her bare tits. A smirk formed on my face at the sight of them. No bra today, Mandy?

Then, she was only in her underwear and shirt. You could faintly see her print. Bare, and covered in the laced, bright green panty. Her thighs, god her thighs. My head between them would be the missing piece of the puzzle.

I pulled the blanket off of me, the hot flush hitting me as I let out a slow sigh.

She grabbed the lighter, approached me and placed a cigarette between my open lips.

I put a hand on her waist, watching as she lit it. My eyes were stuck down her sagging top still, remaining on her breasts with those slutty nipple rings. They weren't big, but they weren't small. A good handful. But her ass was a different story. I'm all for ass.

I quickly pulled the blanket over my abdomen after the blood rushed, my lips parting as I felt my cock twitch against my thigh.

Her eyes widened, and she quickly left the room. I laughed, shaking my head as I watched her while taking a drag of my cigarette and sitting up.

I exhaled a plume of smoke as my gaze went to my hard-on beneath the covers, my head falling back against the headboard with a groan.