Her life was far from perfect.
With an absent father, an alcoholic mother, and two younger siblings to take care of, Aurora never believed in an exemplary life for herself and therefore for others.
Everyone looked at her from their rose-colored gl...
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God-fucking-dammit.
I'd lost control when a girl put her hands on me after football practice and I needed the relief. With my parents pressuring me over my career path and my coaches in my other ear trying to get my head in the game, I was losing my mind. We'd only gone through one week of school and I was losing it.
Especially after getting my ass handed to me by Faith on Monday, the last thing I needed was the aftermath guilt when I woke up on Saturday to find Allie Quinn in my bed.
Allie and I had been an on-and-off friends-with-benefits kind of pair for over a year. I don't quite remember how it started but the recurring presence of her in my sheets had been my form of stress relief. All I knew for sure was when I was drunk it sounded like an amazing idea to have her over but the second the sun rose over the horizon and I was sober, I felt like shit.
I didn't want to be this way, really, but fuck I had nothing to distract myself with. Even if I started to regret her being in my arms, the alcohol in my system pushed me to follow through, and the next thing I knew our clothes were on my floor.
What I found attractive about Allie was solely her body, because she was a fucking bitch in reality. She was Apex High's very own Regina George and I had entangled myself in her webs to no escape.
"Go home Allie, this was a mistake." I groan, pushing her lingering hands from my bare body. Allie sits up as I search for my missing clothes. "You said that last time and here I am. Again." She purrs seductively, clutching the sheets to herself.
I needed her out. Now.
"Just go. I don't need the image of you keeping tallies on my drunk booty calls to you."
Allie gives in and looks for her clothes as her brunette hair cascades down her back.
I'm peacefully recovering from Allie's aggravating words when she continues with, "I heard that Faith chewed your ass out the other day." I look at the brunette over my shoulder. "Don't bring my personal affairs into this room Allie. You know the rules when you're in here and you know that includes talking about my life with you."
Allie scoffs, pulling her skirt and shirt on. "So you can fuck me and have your way with me but when I want to actually implement myself into your life that's where we draw the line. Are you listening to yourself?"
"You aren't my girlfriend."
"That's not what people at school say."
I'm going to shoot myself if she doesn't stop talking.
"I could give a fuck less what your bitch-pack says, Allie. Go home." When she doesn't make a move to leave I let out a breath of frustration and walk to her, grasping her arm and dragging her to my bedroom door.
