"When I'm sad I make out with nerdy boys."
"Why nerdy boys?"
"Because they think they're in love with me. Which feels amazing, until they get clingy and wanna show me all of their things."
"I don't think I'm in love with you."
"Sure you don't."
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A/N: This chapter contains sexual situations. Reader discretion advised- unless you're into that stuff. Wink wink. Listen to the song above while reading this chapter.
E X C E R P T:
"Fuck me. Please don't make me beg Otis."
"Okay, but are you sure?"
"Yes, Otis."
"Are you sure you're sure though? I mean we are drunk..."
"So?"
"So consent is important."
"But I just said I want you to fuck me! Isn't that consent enough or do I have to moan out your name out too? Get all wet and sexy for you to understand..."
"I'll take the latter. Verbal consent is overrated anyways when there's your alternative."
"... You're lucky I'm horny right now. Real lucky."
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If I see you in my dreams tonight, don't wake me up...
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Ruby's P.O.V.
AND WHEN I CLOSED MY EYES LAST NIGHT, I dreamed of sex kid. Awkward, geeky nerd boy. Nice and sweet Otis. He is like an anomaly of some sort, but that for some reason adds to his appeal.
When I entered my house, I found Dad in a business suit asleep. He must have tried to go to work again. I don't know why he bothers when he doesn't even have enough strength to make it past the front door.
It makes me sad more than anything seeing him in this state. Seeing him slowly give up on life once he realizes it won't get better. Daddy used used to be a big shot. A top executive who ran things at his company. Now he can't even control his bodily movements.
Without waking him, I slowly removed his dress shoes and socks and draped a blanket over him. Just like he used to do for me when I was a little girl. Marta, our chef and my pseudo second mom, came into my room and said dinner would be ready soon.
I said okay I'd come down soon, but the minute I hit the bed everything came crashing down around me. I felt so useless and helpless. And I lied, Otis isn't the only boy I told about my parents.
I drunkenly told some geek named Davis after I convinced him to do drugs with me. Luckily, he didn't remember anything from that horrific night. And for a nerd, he wasn't understanding like Otis was. In fact, he even asked what I was doing to help my dad. The nerve, of that geeky fuck.
I told him to shut up and kiss me and that was the end of it, but his words still linger in my mind whenever I'm alone. He's right, I haven't done anything. I can't do anything. And I don't know how to do anything. I've been spoiled my entire life for Christ's sake! I don't know how to adult.
