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“Be a good kid,” Dad said.
Honestly, I thought they were willing to let me bend the rules like I had to allow me to feel something beyond heartache and regret.
Mandy breaking up with me and throwing everything we had away was fucking hurting me. I didn’t show it to her at school because, I guess, I had been trying the whole make her regret her decision by making her jealous thing. Yeah, that didn’t work at all. If looks could kill Stacy would have been dead.
Fuck, if she would have seen me last night with Brandon and Chase, she would have shit a brick and probably tried to kill me. I was dancing on one of those platforms with a hot little go-go dancer who had neon green hair. Fuck, she was a hot little number up on the stage, and when I bet the dancer I could dance better than her she brought me up. Yeah, I did. And last night she bowed down to the fucking Demon. Heh, that’s what Chase had dubbed me. I liked it.
I wasn’t exactly sure how I made it home last night from the party after her, and the two dancers Chase had picked up. But I knew I left a very happy Peaches in her bed. I couldn’t fucking believe it, her real name was Peaches. It said so on her driver’s license. It also said she was twenty-three. I was really tempted to ask how she liked robbing the cradle, but very quickly thought against it.
That was a wild night, up until I somehow got home.
Stomping down the stairs, I tried to get past the fuzziness in my brain. My mouth was like the Mohave Desert, and yet my stomach wanted to blow its load all over the rug in front of my front door. Dear god.
I looked out the peephole expecting to see Chase in his all black clothes, grinning at me and yelling for me to get my pansy ass outside, pussy time was a-wasting. I expected to see Brandon with some random redhead hanging on him, telling me to hurry up or he wouldn’t share her sister. Yeah, those guys, for the prior two weeks, had been my rocks and pulled me up out of the despair. I owed them a lot.
But what I saw outside the door, I didn’t understand it at first.
And then my stomach drops. Oh fuck me, what did I do last night?
I wanted to run upstairs and call my parents, but there was no way they could come be with me right then. They were at the lake, and it wasn’t close. Shit, shit, shit.
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Man, the ground was dry and the sun was out, not like night befores absolute downpour of fucking huge raindrops.
Swinging the door open, I didn’t even remember I was in nothing but boxers.
Until both the female officers looked down at me. I was not sure what they were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t me standing there in bright white boxers. The blonde looked up from where I was thankfully not sporting morning wood.
“Brett Fitzpatrick?”
I smiled hesitantly at first then tried to give them one of my grins that use to make Mandy all giddy. Maybe I could sexually bribe the officers into not taking me in for something I couldn’t remember.
“Yes, ma’am, that’s me. Is there something I can help you with?”
She didn’t roll her eyes, that had to be a good sign. Right?
The brunette’s hands, though, caught my attention. They were wringing each other and she looked really, really uncomfortable.
“I’m Officer Sanders,” the blonde one said. “Would you mind if we come in?”
I knew it couldn’t be a surprise stripper thing, even though it sounded like something Chase would do.
Scratching at my stomach, I remembered the lipstick print I saw on my abs. Fuck, that probably ruined any game I had with these two.
“Sure, um, would you mind if I go get some clothes on?” I asked.
“That’s fine, we’ll be right here.”
“Maybe a dumb question,” I said as I turned back before heading up the stairs. “But am I in trouble?”
I caught the blonde giving the brunette, and so far silent, officer a look, but I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Usually they didn’t let suspects walk off into the house, did they?
The blonde quickly looked to me and gave me a small smile. “No, we would just like to talk to you.”
Nodding my head, I jogged up the stairs. Bet they were looking at my cute ass.
Grabbing my phone, I thought about calling my parents but didn’t want the cops to think I was up to something. So I grabbed my jeans and a t-shirt out of the closet and headed back down. Hopefully they wouldn’t arrest a guy without shoes or socks on.
