“If we don’t stop shit like that, Caleb, what sort of fucking people are we? It’s not entertainment. It’s barbaric.”
God, she was so fucking sensitive. She used to cry if someone stepped on a bug when we were little, insisting on holding a funeral for its squished carcass. I turned and left, content she wouldn’t get bitch-slapped into next week.
DeQuincy tapped away on her phone near the office, a smile on those fuckable lips of hers. I stood watching her, my heart beating much faster than it needed to.
She was so fucking curvy it was killing me. She had these incredible legs and the perfect hourglass figure, her hips wide but her stomach flat. The blood rushed to my dick as I imagined fucking her over the desk in our English class. She could recite Romeo and Juliet to me or some shit.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 3
CALEB
“Will you stop fucking going on?” I muttered, sliding my sunglasses on. The sun was so low that day, it was blinding, making the drive home from school a fucking nightmare.
Summer was still bleating on about the fight. How if we had stopped it those guys wouldn’t have been suspended,blah, blah, blah. I tuned out, my attention distracted by a hot blonde that ran in the heat, sweat dripping down her back.
“I’m going to Jade’s, could you drop me there after dinner?” Summer asked, tapping away on her phone. It relieved me to hear her talk about something that wasn’t the fight.
“Walk—it’s not far.”
She glared at me as she held her hands up. “Dad won’t let me! You know what he’s like.”
Her voice came out small, and I felt a pang of sympathy for her. Her friend Jade only lived two streets away, but my dad was constantly on edge like someone was waiting in the wings to kidnap her. I joked that they’d soon bring her back, and Dad had told me our back garden had enough room to bury me in.
Daddy’s girl.
“Fine. I’ll walk you,” I offered, only because I knew if I didn’t, Dad would. No self-respecting girl wanted to be seen walking with her dad as a chaperone. “But first, I’ve gotta eat.”
I pulled into our driveway, climbing out and stretched, yawning. My stomach grumbled as I followed Summer into the house. She sang out, “Honey, I’m home!”
I made a beeline for the kitchen, pulling out a tray of cooked chicken from the oven. I buttered some bread and drizzled mayo on before adding the chicken.
Fucking delicious.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my firstborn,” I heard my mom say from the doorway, as I whirled around, confused.
“Hey, Mom,” I spoke through a full mouth as she stared at me in distaste. She wore loose grey slacks and a thin white tank top, her deep brown hair cut into a sharp bob. She had her glasses on today, and despite them, I could see her eyes narrowing at me.
“I got a phone call today.”
Fuck!
I swallowed my sandwich as my younger brother walked in, nodding at me with a big smile. Zane was almost fourteen and thought I was the best thing since sliced bread.
Fuck knows why.
But it meant I was his idol or some shit, meaning I had to be a—
“Better example for your brother. I don’t know why you think skipping class is acceptable, because it’snot.”
I realized Mom had been talking.
Now I’m in for it.
She glared at me before glancing at Zane, who was watching the drama unfold. He was like a mirror image of Dad, just like me.
“You know what, Ma? I’m sorry. I’ll cut the grass, I’ll clean the cars—”
