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“No,” she says, point-blankly.
“I have to do this. I have to erase the memories that are haunting my mind. Replace them with something else. He can’t be the last one. He just can’t.”
I watch her neck, seeing the blotched skin rise and fall, and she swallows hard.
Moments pass that feel like an eternity.
“I can see this is torturing you, so fine. I’ll let you touch me, but you have to take your clothes off, too. It’s only fair. I’m naked. You have to be, too.”
I’ve got no shame, especially in front of a girl who’s seen me naked plenty of times before.
I let go of her hands and begin peeling off the layers. First my shirt, then the tee shirt beneath it. Next are my shoes and socks, followed by my pants and underwear. Until I’m standing here, completely naked, with my erection pointed right at her.
“One sec,” she says, reaching behind me, through the curtain. When her arm moves back inside, she’s holding a towel. I question her with raised brows.
Scar wraps the towel around her body, and screams at the top of her lungs, “Ladies! Get in here!”
“What the fuck are you doing?” I go to grab the towel from her, but she’s too quick, and we both stumble outside of the shower.
“Everyone, come look at this!” she hollers even louder.
“You bitch!”
One, two, three girls hurry over. All giggling and laughing as I reach down and grab my shirt, covering myself up.
Smirking, Scar takes a step back, laughing at her own game. “Do you really think I’d ever let you touch me again?”
She disappears as more girls come to see what the fuss is all about.
“You wanna show. Here’s a fucking show.” I drop my shirt, spread-eagle my arms, and give everyone a look at what they’ve all seen before.
Four of the now five girls either sucked me off or rode my dick last year. I’ll give 'em all another look at what they’ll never touch again.
Once the giggles and gawking have ceased, I shoo them away and grab a towel of my own.
Snatching up my soaked clothes, I go to Scar’s room in a towel that barely wraps around my body.
I don’t knock. I wait, and I think.
Scar’s feistiness, while annoying as fuck, is actually enduring. A pleasant escape from the girls who bend over and lift their own skirts for me.
A few minutes later, Scar emerges in her uniform that’s comprised of knee-high socks, black combat boots, a plaid skirt, and the signature BCA polo. Her hair is parted on the top of her head in two messy buns and she’s makeup-free, as per usual.
Her bushy black eyebrows droop when she sees me. “Haven’t you had enough humiliation for a few days?”
When she goes to step around me, I throw an arm around her waist. “Not so fast, my little deviant. I came for my keys and I’m not leaving without them.”
I shove her back in her room and slam the door shut behind us, turning the lock.
“Now go get them.”
“Fine,” she shrugs, “planned on giving them to you anyway.” She reaches into the front pocket of the messenger bag crossed over her chest and pulls them out. Like the bitch she is, she chucks them over my head. “Go get 'em, towel boy.”
Fuming, I cross the room to get them and allow her to leave, knowing we’ll both be late for class if I don’t. Another second in her presence and I might take what I want—my dick down her throat and my fingers buried in her pussy.
I tear through Scar’s drawers until I find a large flannel and tie it around my waist. I’m sure to get some shit for this from the guys, especially Neo, since he’s the one I’m calling to come pick my ass up.
ChapterFourteen
