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She looks pained when she stops herself, but she does it anyway and wraps her wet fingers around my dick, running them over the tip and mixing my precum with her own. I’m just about to put her on her knees when the bell rings, and it’s like an alarm goes off in my head, and I remember what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with.
I take a couple of steps back and shove my dick back into my jeans.
“You almost fucking got me,” I say, shaking my head. “Fuck.”
“Devon!” she calls after me when I flee the fucking scene as if the entire goddamn room is on fire.
I turn into the bathroom and quickly into a stall, locking the door behind me. I spit in my hand, then take my painfully hard cock out again and start to stroke it, not caring that other people in the bathroom might hear me. I grunt while I pump my dick into my fist, picturing Ally on her knees with her pink tongue out and tears clinging to her eyelashes.
She was a liar, but she was always such a good little slut for me, and she was ready to let me do whatever I wanted to her in that classroom. I could have beat her ass raw like I said and then fucked it, and she would have enjoyed every minute of it.
I think of her little red ass bent over the desk while I fuck my fist until white hot cum shoots out into the toilet and all over my hand.
I clean myself up, then stay there for a while, catching my breath and trying to get a handle on what the hell just happened,trying to figure out how the fuck I let her get in my head. Old habits—that’s what it was. The version of the girl I thought I knew is still somewhat fresh in my mind, and seeing her in pain affected me. And shewasin pain, not because of the cut or even the bruise on her face.
I’m not lying. You know me. You’ve seen me.
I start to wonder if I have fucking lost it because she sure as hell isn’t living up to the evil genius who lives in my head. I thought I wanted to kill Ally, but from the looks of it, Ally’s been dead for a while, and I don’t feel any better.
By the time I leave the restroom, the previous class period has let out, and the hallway is full again. I have to pass Ally’s locker on the way to mine, and she’s there, laughing with Morgan, Luke, and Trevor.
“No fucking way,” I hear Morgan say. “Ally Hargrove, why do I feel like I’m just meeting you for the first time?”
Ally laughs, and Morgan discreetly takes a swig from the bottle of whiskey in her locker, then Trevor does the same.
“I’m enjoying this new side of you,” Trevor says.
“So am I,” Morgan adds. “Ally! You should come to Luke’s party this weekend. I’ll pick you up. I can even bring one of my old costumes for you to wear.”
“Yeah, I’ll go,” she says.
“Really?”
“Yeah, fuck it. I can do whatever I want now.”
“Thank you, god! Finally!” Trevor says.
I scoff, accidentally locking eyes with her when I do, then shake my head and turn back toward my locker. I grab my books and head down the hallway to history, finding a seat in the back and slipping into my new normal—the one where everyone is always looking at me either because they’re scared of me or because they think it’s cool that I went to jail for murder.
I prefer the former. I need to bring back the satanic book covers.
I don’t notice Ally at her locker for the rest of the day, and I hate that I even look for her, but I can’t help it. I wonder if she’s getting drunk under the bleachers with someone else…or in a classroom begging them to fuck her. Maybe she’s even with Parks.
I get my answer when Morgan walks into physics with Luke seventh period, and they’re both huddled over her phone laughing.
“Dude, she’s completely wasted,” Morgan says. “I don’t even think she can get up off the bathroom floor. There’s no way she’s going to be okay for volleyball practice tonight. Her aunt is going to be pissed.”
“Oh my god,” Luke says. “That’s hilarious.”
“Right? I don’t know what happened to her, but she is spiraling, and I’m kind of here for it. Oh, and did you see her back? It’s covered in bruises, and she says she has no idea where they came from.”
Luke laughs again.
“So you just left her there, then, Morgan? Am I hearing this right?”
She rolls her eyes. “No one was talking to you, Devon. Mind your own business.”
“You’re an awesome friend. Good job,” I tell her. “I bet you feel great about yourself.”
