friend. We talk all the time, in case you forgot.” He’s only been here a few days and each day has been a complete nightmare. Part of me is scared that it’s just going to get worse and worse.
“Oh, yeah. Well, tell me about last night. What was her name? Must have been good because you never came home.”
“Uh, yeah, it was all right. We stayed pretty busy if you know what I mean so I found it easier to just stay the night.” I will never tell him who I was with and making up a name is nothing but more trouble.
“Hell yeah! At least someone in the apartment is getting some action. I plan on getting a little something soon, if you know what I mean.” He’s fucking with my head. I know he is, but I still turn to face him. His eyes are menacing and I want nothing more than to fucking punch him in the throat right now.
“Dude, shut up,” I warn him.
“What? I’m attracted to her. I know she’s got to be attracted to me. That’s what people do, you know. You did it last night.”
“You really think she’s going to sleep with you?” I cross my arms over my chest as I stop next to my truck.
“No doubt. I’ve got moves that make panties drop, Ruston. Moves you only wish you had.” Goddamn, he’s cocky as shit.
“Okay, well, I’ve got to go help my dad at the office. I’ll catch you later.”
“Unlike you, I’ll be home later.” He laughs as he climbs into his car. Before I can blink an eye, he’s backed out and headed down the road.
I climb into my truck and punch the steering wheel. I want to text Tamilyn and beg her not to see him anymore but who am I to tell her who she can see and who she can’t? I’m trying to not drive her away. Fuck, this is such a damn mess, and all I can do is hope that she doesn’t fall for his so-called panty dropping moves.
Chapter 8
Austin
Moving here was against my will, of course. No one ever asks what I really want to do. They just think, Oh he’s trouble, we can’t deal with him. I tried to convince my parents that street fighting wasn’t me anymore. I’d found a gym back home, but I only spent a few months there before they just decided to send me away. So my parents called my aunt and uncle and boom, shipped me here to Houston, Texas to live with my cousin Ruston. I haven’t seen him in fucking forever. He’s pretty much what I remembered him to be except older, and he’s still wrapped around Tamilyn Hudson’s finger. She’s grown—fucking beautiful as hell now, and I want her. That night at the bar, I could see the jealousy all over Ruston’s face but it isn’t my fault he never made a move on her. He probably never will because he’s that nice guy. His loss is my gain, and after dinner last night I was hoping to get a little closer to her, but that didn’t work. Tonight, though, I feel it’s going to be different.
Back home, I never tried for a relationship with any girl. They were all pretty much the same, like me. They wanted one thing, the same thing I wanted, and it was nothing but a mutual exchange and then on to the next. Sex was merely a tool, and I wanted nothing more, but seeing Tamilyn awakens everything inside me.
I drive back to the apartment and I’m relieved to be alone just for this little bit of time. I need time to relax. I was hoping to be a little more active at Lou’s today, but there’s always tomorrow. I have a feeling once things really get started that I’ll be sore and wishing I was able to relax like this. I take a shower first to prepare myself for this evening, then retreat to my bedroom.
I lie on the bed and grab my phone. I know Ruston said Tamilyn was busy, but I choose to ignore him for the time being. She may be taking photographs right now, but she can still reply when she gets a chance.
So are we still on for this evening?
A few moments pass before a response comes through, but I’m patient so it’s not like it’s killing me or
“Oh, yeah. Well, tell me about last night. What was her name? Must have been good because you never came home.”
“Uh, yeah, it was all right. We stayed pretty busy if you know what I mean so I found it easier to just stay the night.” I will never tell him who I was with and making up a name is nothing but more trouble.
“Hell yeah! At least someone in the apartment is getting some action. I plan on getting a little something soon, if you know what I mean.” He’s fucking with my head. I know he is, but I still turn to face him. His eyes are menacing and I want nothing more than to fucking punch him in the throat right now.
“Dude, shut up,” I warn him.
“What? I’m attracted to her. I know she’s got to be attracted to me. That’s what people do, you know. You did it last night.”
“You really think she’s going to sleep with you?” I cross my arms over my chest as I stop next to my truck.
“No doubt. I’ve got moves that make panties drop, Ruston. Moves you only wish you had.” Goddamn, he’s cocky as shit.
“Okay, well, I’ve got to go help my dad at the office. I’ll catch you later.”
“Unlike you, I’ll be home later.” He laughs as he climbs into his car. Before I can blink an eye, he’s backed out and headed down the road.
I climb into my truck and punch the steering wheel. I want to text Tamilyn and beg her not to see him anymore but who am I to tell her who she can see and who she can’t? I’m trying to not drive her away. Fuck, this is such a damn mess, and all I can do is hope that she doesn’t fall for his so-called panty dropping moves.
Chapter 8
Austin
Moving here was against my will, of course. No one ever asks what I really want to do. They just think, Oh he’s trouble, we can’t deal with him. I tried to convince my parents that street fighting wasn’t me anymore. I’d found a gym back home, but I only spent a few months there before they just decided to send me away. So my parents called my aunt and uncle and boom, shipped me here to Houston, Texas to live with my cousin Ruston. I haven’t seen him in fucking forever. He’s pretty much what I remembered him to be except older, and he’s still wrapped around Tamilyn Hudson’s finger. She’s grown—fucking beautiful as hell now, and I want her. That night at the bar, I could see the jealousy all over Ruston’s face but it isn’t my fault he never made a move on her. He probably never will because he’s that nice guy. His loss is my gain, and after dinner last night I was hoping to get a little closer to her, but that didn’t work. Tonight, though, I feel it’s going to be different.
Back home, I never tried for a relationship with any girl. They were all pretty much the same, like me. They wanted one thing, the same thing I wanted, and it was nothing but a mutual exchange and then on to the next. Sex was merely a tool, and I wanted nothing more, but seeing Tamilyn awakens everything inside me.
I drive back to the apartment and I’m relieved to be alone just for this little bit of time. I need time to relax. I was hoping to be a little more active at Lou’s today, but there’s always tomorrow. I have a feeling once things really get started that I’ll be sore and wishing I was able to relax like this. I take a shower first to prepare myself for this evening, then retreat to my bedroom.
I lie on the bed and grab my phone. I know Ruston said Tamilyn was busy, but I choose to ignore him for the time being. She may be taking photographs right now, but she can still reply when she gets a chance.
So are we still on for this evening?
A few moments pass before a response comes through, but I’m patient so it’s not like it’s killing me or
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