Henry woke up with a throbbing pain in his ass, a satisfied smirk crossed his face, remembering his intercourse with Tyler.
"What are you smirking about?" asked Jeremy looking at him suspiciously.
"Just remembering, I had fun yesterday," told him, Henry.
"Yeah?"
"Yup," Henry popped the 'p'.
"What were you doing anyway?" asked Jeremy, persisting.
"Playing pool with Tyler," admitted Henry.
"With that dick?" demanded Jeremy, indignant.
"He's not so bad Jer, you just don't like him because you two are after the same girl," told him Henry and entered the bathroom to wash.
Jeremy just sat in his bed, gaping at his little brother.
The school would be a nightmare today. He, together with Cheryl and Arianna, in their 'Unholy Trinity' formation, walked toward their classroom. He saw Matt, Tyler and some guy playing football.
"Unholy shit," mumbled the guy, looking at them. Standing far enough away, so they didn't hear what he was saying. Tyler and Matt looked at him in confusion. "That's 'Unholy Trinity'. Ice queen bitches of this school" explained the guy to his friends. Tyler and Matt looked in their direction, their eyes widening, seeing their younger siblings looking all cold and bitchy. What surprised them was Henry, dressed in tight black jeans, with a skin-tight leather shirt, that displayed his surprisingly developed physique, physique Tyler got to grope yesterday, wearing black sunglasses, his hair, shining in the sun like a bar of gold.
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