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It was their thing, booty dancing together all around the house. Driving my father crazy because she was teaching Journey her Latina ways.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. She was cute as fuck.
“I dance wif Cash too. He my boyfrwend.”
“Is that right?”
She giggled again and took off running toward Camila’s bridal suite. “Ma! Ma! Ma!” she shouted, as loud as could be barreling down the hall.
I sighed, shaking my head.
Ever since we watched the movie Coco together, she was obsessed with the guitar playing hero. A few days later, we went to the MC barbeque on Sunday and Cash just happened to be playing. Cue instant crush.
The motherfucker knew it too.
Her eyes literally lit up, and he spent the next hour showing her how to strum a couple chords. Everyone thought it was adorable, except for me. Thank fuck they were twelve years apart, or I’d really have to kill the son of a bitch.
We hated each other more now than ever before.
Fuckin’ Gremlin and her Scooby Doo gang were tighter than ever as well. Even pussy boy had his own following. His talentless band started making a name for themselves in Oak Island, playing at all our school events and town functions. It was beyond pathetic to watch girls throw themselves at them.
The girl I still hated the most, Harley Jameson, was still his number one fan.
Our relationship, or should I say our hatred for one another, hadn’t changed. In fact, it had only got worse the older we got. Noah and Skyler’s anniversary party may have brought my father home, but it caused Harley to run further away from me.
She was right.
I did fuck it up.
It was just easier that way.
I hid my anger the only way I knew how, terrorizing the shit out of her and Mary Poppins. However, now… I really did bring a different girl home every week. Being the most popular guy at our high school, I had a reputation to uphold. I took it very fuckin’ serious.
I was the star quarterback, a fuckin’ God among mortals.
I’d be stupid not to take advantage of the endless pussy thrown my way on the daily. I wasn’t lying to Harley that night on the roof. I’d never use her as my play toy.
She was everything but that.
Trigger didn’t help the situation by any means. He wouldn’t stop sniffing around Shiloh, who still didn’t give two fucks about him. She blew him off every chance she got.
The whole football team and I found it hilarious to witness, certainly a sight to see. It didn’t stop him though. If anything, it made him want her more. Once and for all, proving he could get any girl he chased like the alpha he was.
Which was the biggest difference between Trigger and I, he pursued girls and I didn’t. They just flocked to me. I was a teenage guy with needs, and they were more than eager to get on their knees. Wanting to score my letterman jacket and the title of my girlfriend.
Fuck that.
I allowed them to swallow my cum instead.
And they did just that.
What had completely changed in my life was my old man. After he moved Mary Poppins in, everything went from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye.
Including my love, appreciation, and gratitude for her.
For the first time in over a year, my father finally came home. He stepped back up to the plate and made it known he’d royally fucked up. Abandoning us when we needed him the most.
His reasoning.
