"What A Whore!" {Finished...for Now.}

Uh- Ohh

"Rodney Amos!" Yelled Shandra with a stomp on the floor. The lecture lasted about thirty minutes before my father decided to join in on it.
An hour later: I found myself scrubbing the toilet and bathroom floor. I was grounded for the day after my aunt insisted me and Rodent were about to have sex. We weren't. I knew better than to let it get that far. The feeling he gave me stayed with me and had me burning inside with lust despite the fact I was cleaning piss off the floor.
Sug continued to be sweet with me, even offered me cookies which I declined graciously.
"Whew!" I said while wiping sweat from my forehead with my arm. I was finally finished so I went outside just for a small walk. The sun was beginning to set so I didn't have much time before my dad would notice. Of course Sug wouldn't tell.
As I jogged down the dirt road passing abandoned buildings, more trailers and grocery stores I noticed a group of kids laughing at the basketball court near a small park.
So I decided to join them.

"Hey!" i said. "Can I play?" The tallest boy with black hair and green eyes was holding the ball in his big hands.
"Can you?" He chuckled then his friends chuckled. "Let her play, Jay." Said a girl about my height with short blonde hair and the dirtiest converses I ever saw. The two of them seemed close because he listened to her and threw the ball into my hands.
I began to dribble up and down the court, swishing past his every move and scoring left and right. I almost felt embarrassed for him. I could see the anger in his eyes while he was blocking my last shot. Then he snatched the ball and tripped me up before scoring himself. I fell to the ground face forward then could taste the iron taste of blood in my mouth.
You'd think his friends would know better but they didn't. "Come on." Said the blonde girl grabbing my hand and pulling me up. "You're a dick Jackson." Her eyes rolled before she placed her arm around my shoulder and took me away.
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"He doesn't always act like that." Her voice was soft while rubbing my knee with with a cotton ball dipped in peroxide. "He's just competitive. You're the first one to score that many times on him." Her lips curved into a smile before she cleared her throat. "I'm Hallie."
"I'm Em."
"Em?"
"Short for Emerald."
After a few laughs and small talk she joined me on my walk home where we shared two ice cold beers on the back porch while my dad was still sleeping. It wasn't long before her words were slurring and she was giggling way too much. Her head rested on my shoulder then she looked up at me. "I like you."
I never had a real friend before. "I like you too." I said.
Her red lips pursed together then met mine. They were wet partially from her spit and partially from the booze. "I'm glad." She smiled. I didn't mean for this to happen. It wasn't what I meant. Mama told me being gay was a sin. I was sinning.
Yet, sinning felt so good. The touch of her lips gave me the feeling Rodney did. I was burning all over again like a flame.
So I kissed her back.