Pain In The Neck (Reddie/Vampire)

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Eddie

I woke up the next morning, drool on my pillow. I huffed out a sigh and grabbed my phone to check my messages.

Still none from Keith.

Eddie: Goodmorimg babe!
           Read 6:00

I rolled my eyes, and slammed my phone against my dresser.

Tired as always waking up this early in the morning for school, I got up stretching my short little arms in the process. I walked into my bathroom, and removed my shirt first, examining my body. I trailed my fingers across my neck, chills running down my spine.

I then started moving my hand down my chest, closing my eyes, electricity shooting through my body, I then trailed it down lower, peeling back the rim of my sweatpants. The heat in my stomach was becoming harder to control, my breath was heavy. I hated my body, my mom told me that our bodies weren't something that we touch. And that I would be dirty if I ever touched myself. I'm curious though. The only thing Keith and I do is kiss. I've never been touched....

"Eddie!" My mom called from downstairs.

I quickly pulled my hand from the rim of my boxers.

"Yes mommy?"

"Mommy's going to the grocery store, have fun at school."

"I love you."

"Bye!" I called.

What crazy bitch goes to the store at 6:10 in the morning. Whatever.

I walked out of my bathroom back into my room to start getting ready for school.

I was about to take of my sweatpants until I realized I had a fucking hard on.

"Fuck" I muttered.

I felt like eyes were on me.

I looked out my window seeing the same figure I saw yesterday.

He seemed to have a smirk on his face.

I threw my hands over my crotch and stepped out of view.

Why does this shit always happen to me.

I throw a light pink sweater over my tan, soft skin. I always hated my body. Plus I was getting chubbier by the day. I really need to stop eating.

I grabbed my favorite pair of jeans and put them over my hairless legs. If only my mom knew I shaved.

I finished getting ready.

I ran downstairs, and went into the kitchen.

"Mmm"

My mom made muffins.

I was about to take one, you don't need one. Plus a couple weeks ago my aunt was making fun of my weight. I shook away the thought. And grabbed my bag, closing the door behind me.