The Grrr Games

Chapter 24

Damon's POV

"What the fuck where you doing in there?" Vicky asks me when I come out of the bathroom.

"Umm, shitting?"

"That's it?" What the hell is she talking about?

"Yup."

"Then why were you talking?"

"I wasn't talking."

"Yeah, you were. You were like," she clears her throat and try to imitate me in a deep voice. "'Come on cock, why would you Load?"'

It hits me. She must have heard me talking to my phone in the bathroom.

I go over all the things that I said and they all sound, well, you know, very weird.

I clearly remember one, where I had said "dammit I missed" and she had said back "you gotta clean that up". It all makes sense now.

"Oh! Yeah! I know what happened."

"Enlighten me."

"I was playing some games on my phone." She sighs.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah...."

"Oh my fuckin god, your such an idiot! You do know how weird that sound from in here right?"

"Yes, I do, and I find it halarious." I chuckle at her and she turns around on her heal and walk back over to her bed, which has all of her bags on it.

It's when she steps away I finally see the guy sitting in here, spinning around in her desk chair. He looks around my age, with brown hair and brown eyes.

"Who the hell are you!" I yell at the boy.

"Mr. Sexy." He replies, not looking scared at all by me, like he should be.

"Who's Mr. Sexy?"

"Me." Ha! This must be a jock. I chuckle and look back at the guy.

"Oh, yeah right, and I suppose there is a Mrs. Sexy, too?"

"Well duh."

"And who might that be?" He points over to Vicky who is standing there watching our exchange very closely.

"What?" I'm pretty sure this guy is delusional. Maybe he's drunk.

"You don't believe me? Here's proof." Proof? Wtf!

He takes out a piece of paper with some writing on it and hold it out to me. I rip it out of his hands and read it.

'Dear Mr. Sexy,
I'm sorry I couldn't make it for our fuck, I was really looking forward to it. But don't sweat, because we will have to reschedule, if that's okay with you? And maybe even more than once, if you know what I mean? Everyone needs a fuck buddie, and I think you would be a great one.
Love, Mrs. Sexy.'

"This shows no proof that this was Vicky." I tell him.

"A wise writer, known as Ayva James, once said, 'What better evidence that spoken words?' So Vicky, did you or did you not write this note?" We both look at her and she freezes in her spot.

"I... Did write that." This angers me, and all I want to do is rip his throat out, like I should have done right when I saw him in Vicky's room.

"So this is one of your fuck buddies? This is one of the people you wasted your time with? This is someone you didn't wait for me for?" My voice raises in volume a bit.

"I'm sorry, Damon, but we already went over this."

"So, are we going to reschedual or-"

"There will be no re-scheduling!" I am so close to going over to him and popping his head off of his neck.

"I was asking her-"

"Get out! Before I beat you into a pulp!" Without another word her runs out of the bedroom door and down the stairs. I here the front door slam shut and then I shut the bedroom door.

"Really? That was one of your fuck buddies?" I say to her softly. That last thing I need right now is for her to get mad at me.

"Yeah. It is. Or was. Or was going to be. I never actually fucked with him."

"Oh yeah! And that's supposed to make me feel better?" I try not to raise my voice but I can feel it inching up.

"Are we really back to this? We have gone over this! It's not like you ever saved yourself for me! I'll bet that you have someone who could be classified as a fuck buddy too!" I'm just going to shut up now.

"Okay, I'm done with this argument. You need to finish packing."

"Ugh whatever." She turns back to her dresser and takes out a huge pile of t shirts.

"So your a t-shirt kinda girl?" I ask.

"Yep. Dresses are so not my thing. Spandex and shorts with t-shirts and tank tops are the bomb."

"Noted. We can go shopping when we get there to. So just pack what you really like."

"What are we going to do to this house when we all leave?" I think about this.

"You can keep it. I can pay the taxes and stuff for it and when ever you want you can make a trip back here. That's why you might want to keep some cloths here."

"Sounds good." She takes a few things out of her bag and puts them into a drawer.

"K, I think I have just about everything that I need. Except for my phone and charger. I'm gonna want that in the car."

"You think you will be bored?"

"Um, yep. I'm kinda bored now to."

"Hmmmm... What could we possibly do?"

"Hmmm.... I have an idea..." She pushes all of her bags off of her bed.

"Me to..." I walk toward her and push her against the side of her bed.

"No more talking." She smashed her lips against mine.

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