fucking it all in the ass.
“Don’t be sorry. Keep telling me you hate me. I fucking love it.”
“I’m not sorry about that.” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry about your mom.”
“That’s none of your business.”
She pushes me then slides out of the truck, swaying as she walks in the wrong direction.
I grab her elbow. “It’s this way.”
I open the door, and the cool ocean air blows against my face. I feel goose bumps spread across her skin.
She steps out, and then I shut the door behind her and lock it with my key.
“Come on,” I say as I walk around the house to the front porch, unlock the door, and open it.
“If he gets arrested, my parents are gonna find out, and I’m gonna get grounded.”
An angry laugh escapes me, as do words I should have kept inside. “I hope you do. It’ll make it harder for you and Reeves to fuck around.”
I look behind me to see she’s fucking pissed. Good. So am I, sweetheart, so am I.
“Maybe I’ll make it easier on myself and move out when I’m eighteen, find myself an old ass yoga teacher with the body of a twelve-year-old”—she shakes with another silent sob and wipes her sleeve under her nose—“with plastic doorknobs to fuck when I’m feeling like I need to get laid.”
“You do that, and I’ll punch him in the fucking head, too.”
She balls her hands into fists, and I see her getting ready to go off like a tiny toddler. “I—”
I scoop her ass up and kick the door shut behind me.
“Say it now!” I yell as I storm toward my room and toss her onto the bed.
One pillow at a time flies at me as she screams, “I. Hate. You!”
She starts to get up.
“You stay right there, don’t fucking move, and go to sleep until someone comes to get you the fuck out of here.”
She doesn’t listen, and I have no idea why that surprises me at all.
“I’m not staying in here where you fuck old ladies. I’m going to the couch!”
“Gonna have to be honest here and tell you there isn’t a surface here I haven’t fucked on, so good luck, sweetheart.”
I’m a fucking dick, and I deserve whatever she says, throws, or does next.
“I’m gonna rent this place and spread my legs for every guy who isn’t too much of a pussy to admit he wants me!”
“You think I’m a pussy because I haven’t said I wanna fuck you?” I laugh.
“If the old lady twat fits,” she sneers, “wear it.”
“She’s twenty-nine!” I yell at her.
“Oh, yeah? And how long has she been that age? Ten fucking years!”
“Jesus Christ, Truth.” I turn to hide the fact that I’m losing my shit so badly that I’m about to laugh. “Just go to sleep.”
I hear covers rumple and turn to see her tear them off, or at least attempt to. She’s so fucking wasted.
She turns around, scowling at me, and my fucking chest tightens at the thought that, someday, I’ll have a little one who looks at me like that when I tell her it’s time for bed.
“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help me?” She sniffs, bottom lip now pouting fully out.
“You really think you deserve my help?”
With both hands, she covers her face, her shoulders slouched, and she sobs out quietly, “I’m so tired.” Then she walks to the corner, takes her hoodie off, revealing a tight as hell tank top, and curls up in the corner, using the hoodie as a pillow.
“Fine. Fucking fine.”
“And flip that stupid mattress, too,” she tells me.
“I’m gonna beat your ass,” I whisper to myself.
Wrong. Fucking. Thing. To say.
“Like you tried to my brother? Then you pussied out like a big … pussy?”
Through my teeth, I reply, “Something like that.”
“And about my ass …”
Oh, fuck, I think as she continues while I walk into the closet and grab fresh sheets in hopes of stopping her tantrum.
“My ass is phat, with a PH, and everyone at school voted for that. And you know whose ass that was, Tobias fucking Easton? Mine! My ass may be fat, but it’s okay, because it’s the PH kind.” Then she whispers, “So there.”
I walk out with the sheets and set them on my dresser, and she starts up again.
“And you know what? Maybe your body type is not everyone’s cup of tea. Maybe some girls think, oh yuck, look at those big stupid muscles and those stupid”—she hiccups—“stupid tattoos. Did you ever think of that?