The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

Chapter eleven.

• IFHY - TYLER, THE CREATOR.

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It had been two days since Tom and I hooked up. It was Monday, the weather still cold and the rain still pounding. Nothing new. I'm sure it was even snowing.

I was sore and exhausted. I couldn't bring myself to tell Bill about the incident, but Tom didn't seem to care. That's what made me so angry afterwards that he didn't give two shits and he just.. Ignored me after we had sex.

It was so... Tom. I don't know why I'm so frustrated about it when it what he wanted from me was pretty clear.

Anyway, as usual, I was stuck in school.

We had a relief, thank god. I was lost in thought, which was pretty casual by now. Bill was painting his nails, and Tom was asleep.

"Bill, nail polish away. It stinks." The teacher warned, cracking open a window. He turned to Tom, slamming a book on his desk-- earning absolutely nothing.

"Is he alright?" I looked at Bill. "Don't know. We fought a little this morning." Bill mumbled, his eyes stuck on his brother.

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It was break, and as usual, we were all walking around. Tom and I were silent, and Bill was trying to resemble the group with some chatter. Tom had his headphones on, and I was finishing off a cigarette.

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My head bobbed slightly to the music, my hands in my pockets as I looked at Bill.
He looked a little sad.

"Talk to your best friend, man?" I looked at him, giving him a small smile.

"Whatever. I'll meet you at home, alright? we have rehearsal with Gustav and Georg." Bill put a hand on my shoulder. I nodded and split from the two.

I tilted my head, catching a glimpse of Mandy's ass just beneath her skirt that rode up with every step until I stood straight, biting my lip ring.

Yeah, I fucked Bill's friend. Don't I always? She wouldn't open her mouth anyway. But damn, I never thought they'd last this long. I kind of liked her. I liked her body and the way she looked at me.

But I didn't want her to know that. I can't handle a relationship. I don't believe in love, I genuinely think it's stupid.

My gaze then drifted back to Mandy.

She was talking with Bill, licking her thumb and fixing up his eyeliner.

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I gently wiped the smudged eyeliner, my eyes squinted. "You're good," I smiled, pulling out my phone and continuing to walk beside Bill as I took one last drag of my cigarette and dropped it before crushing it under my shoe.

"Can you come to mine after school?" I looked at Bill, my hands going into my pockets. "I bought ice off of some kids on the corner." I pulled out the small baggie of meth, shaking it as Bill put my hand down.

"Put that shit away, Mandy. You'll get your head caved in." Bill scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "And I can't. We have rehearsal. Maybe after, though. Keep your window open, yeah?" He ruffled my hair, earning a nod before he split to go to class.

I looked over to Tom, who was talking with some other boys who were dealing with weed to him. Tom then turned to look at me, holding up the baggie and tilting his head before nodding towards the bathroom.

I sighed, shaking my head as I walked behind him.

"You all dopey like the rest of them now?" I gently nudged him, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled, shrugging in response. "Maybe," he leaned down to look at me. "But if I am,
so are you, baby." He smiled slightly, looking down with a blank expression while he rolled the joints.

I hesitated for a minute before speaking quietly, grabbing his hand. "You good?"

Tom's gaze drifted back down to me, his
lips pursing. "Come on," He pulled me into our usual stall, pulling down the toilet seat and sitting down before helping me onto his lap. He lit up the joint, pressing a kiss to my neck and resting his hand on my thigh, offering the cigarette.

I took it, taking a drag as I put one leg over the other and exhaled the stream of smoke towards the ceiling vent.

"Are you mad?" Tom finally spoke quietly, his voice muffled as he rested his cheek on my shoulder.

"Why would I be mad?" I shifted, looking up at him as he took the joint, dragging and exhaling away from my face. "Dunno, just-- you know.. what happened the other night."

I felt Tom's legs start to bounce. I let out a long sigh and shrugged. "It was gonna happen anyway." I mumbled, playing it off casually.

"Right." Tom leaned back. "So, I'm just a fuck, yeah?"

I didn't think before replying. "I guess," I blurted, my eyebrows slightly furrowing.

"Only a fuck?" His hands trailed my sides, slowly up my shirt to my bare hips. "Good." He leaned, his lips pressing against my neck. "I don't know if you remember. Your mind must be cloudy after all of the dick I gave you. But this is our secret, yeah?"

I choked on the smoke I was holding in, coughing loudly and laughing as I glanced back at him, hearing him chuckle.

"I suppose." I hummed, my gaze drifting to our shoes. Tom's grin widened against my skin, his fingers flexing around my g-string.

"Yeah," I removed his hands. "Alright, buster." I rolled my eyes, hearing him snicker.

"Our secret."