May 27th,
// Tyler
What I thought was gonna be a regular kiss escalated into something totally different, once my dick got hard. Dragging her back to my house and fucking her in my basement was the only thing on my mind. Just so I could release every frustration, that my mind and body had been processing over the years (Salem, mom being missing, school) on 一and in her.
But, completely dismissed the thought and pulled away from her taking off on Slay.
Wow. Did I look fucking stupid...
I hadn't been to school in two days. Not because I was scared or embarrassed or 一anything. I just didn't want her to confront me and ask me a bunch of questions about it. I would just ignore her and think about her how soft her lips were when they were pressed against mine, then end up with a fucking boner. I didn't need wood at school. Shit's not cool.
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Somehow, I let Patrice convince me into coming to school today. Regretting it already, because the first thing I saw when I came in this morning was Camrin bending over going into her locker. Why the fuck did she have to have a bottom locker?!
She peeped up at me and smiled, but I sped away from her, before she could open her mouth to say anything to me. Just ignore her Tyler. Just ignore her.
"Damn! Watch where you going son!"
I stepped back, glancing at the female I had just ran into. She squatted to her knees and grabbed her books.
"My bad," I mumbled, going to my knees to help her.
She rolled eyes at me, while mumbling something to herself. I grabbed her Romeo and Juliet play script, passing it to her, she snatched it from me as she stood to her feet. I stood to mine and stared at her.
"Look I didn't have to help your ass bitch, better be grateful." I snarled,
"I didn't ask you to help me, dick." She shouted as she walked away from me.
I shook my head, continuing upstairs. She looked hella familiar. I wonder where I've seen her?
Slipping into 134, I glanced at Camrin. Fuck. I swear I forgot she was in here. I mentally groaned, looking down at my shorts, be good nigga.
I slipped into my seat, pulling my notebook from my bookbag. I looked over at Camrin. She had her headphones in, so I guess she didn't hear the chair squeak when I sat down. I glanced over her shoulder and down at what she was drawing. It was a picture of Ulani and I'm assuming, her mom?
She looked over at me and smiled pulling out her headphone. "Hey."
I looked down at my shorts. Then back at her. "Sup?"
"You good? You've kinda been M.I.A for a couple days." She said, dropping her pencil, turning towards me.
I turned away from her. "Yeah, I'm good. Just going though some personal shit .. I guess?"
I see her staring at me from my peripheral vision, but I just turned away from her fully pulling out my black Sharpie.
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"Maybe we should .. shit .. fuck .. damn, I don't know."
"The fuck his wrong with you?" Paige asked, with a laugh.
"Shut up," Camrin laughed, shoving her. "Tyler's been ignoring the fuck outta me, its got me on edge."
"You just need some dick." Paige said.
I chuckled and walked away from the corner, where their lockers were. Maybe I should talk to her, I don't want her to think I'm ignoring her, cause I'm not. 一Well I am, but it's for her own sake. I don't wanna have to dick her down, yet.
I'ma put that on my mental bucket list.
"I swear to fucking God!"
I chuckled and grabbed her hand, pulling her up. "We really gotta stop meeting like this dude." I laughed.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes. I just shrugged, shit don't laugh, bitch. I'm still sexy as fuck at the end of the day.
"You gone say something or just stare?" I asked, watching as her eyes traveled me.
She looked up at my face and rolled her eyes again. She keep rollin' em, them bitches gonna fall out.
"Okay I can see you're ignorant and not gonna talk so I'll take that chance for you. What's your name?" I asked.
She started to roll her eyes, but instead smiled. "Erin."
I smiled and stuck my hand out. "Tyler."
She looked me up and down before grabbing my hand shaking it. I pulled away and looked at her again. She looks so fucking familiar yo. Like what the fuck?
"Look whose staring now." Erin smirked.
I returned it. "Don't flatter yourself, bitch." I laughed as I walked away from her. If it sounded rude. I didn't mean for it too. She was kinda nice looking? I'ma question it.
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Grabbing Slay, I pulled up to Camrin's house. I was gonna apologize 一sorta. I just didn't want her to think I was ignoring her.
I knocked on the door watching as Ulani came into view. She stood to the side.
"Camrin, right?"
I nodded, "yeah."
"She's on the roof." Ulani yawned, before closing the door dragging herself into the couch.
I thanked her and headed upstairs, going into the attic. I opened the window stepping out of it. I looked at Camrin as she glared down her notebook.
"Sup bitch?" I asked, plopping beside her.
She looked at me quickly before, pinching the shit outta my nipple. I screamed and pushed her hand off of me, rubbing my nipple as she laughed.
"That shit's not funny, how am I gonna feed my kids?" I asked, glaring at her.
"Nigga, I hope you ain't got no kids." She said, as she continued her laugh.
"I do. Seven actually." I cheesed proudly.
"Damn, who the daddy?"
"Travis, don't tell him though. I wanna wait." I said.
She started laughing again, which caused me to laugh. Her laugh is so fucking addictive, that shit was like a yawn.
"You're way too fucking much nigga." She said, grabbing her notebook again. "So why'd you come over?"
"To apologize. I don't want you to think I'm ignoring you, 'cause I'm not. I'm just going through some rough shit right now." I said.
She nodded, "I completely understand, but you should've at least texted a nigga." She said, glaring at me.
I laughed. "Im sorry. I got you next time."
"Good." She smiled. "Wanna sandwich?"
