Page 65 of Chaos at Westbrook High

What do you think about?

Unknown

You sure you wanna know?

I hesitate, but only for a moment.

Hailey

Tell me.

He starts typing again, and I chew my lower lip as I wait.

Unknown

I think about you. Constantly. I think about laying you down on my bed and touching every inch of you. Fucking your mouth with my tongue and your pussy with my fingers. I think about kissing my way down your body, slowly, driving you crazy. I think about eating your pussy until you’re begging me to put my dick inside you. It makes me come so fucking hard.

Jesus.

I read it again, then three more times, kicking the blanket off one of my legs. It’s too damn hot in here.

As I’m sinking down into my sheets, imagining him doing those things to me for real, my phone starts ringing in my hand. I jump at the sound cutting through the silence, staring at the screen in horror when I realize he’s calling me.

Shit.

How long has it been since he sent that text?

It finally stops ringing, and he texts me again.

Unknown

Chickenshit.

My jaw ticks, and I let out a disbelieving laugh.

Okay, fucker.

Hailey

Do it again.

He calls me again, and I make a point to answer on the first ring. “I’m not a chickenshit.”

“Oh, yeah? Where’s your hand right now?”

My bravado fades at his question, and I swallow as I look down at my hand between my legs, my fingertips brushing the edge of my thong.

“Don’t move it,” he says tauntingly. “Just tell me where it is.”

“No.”

“Show me then. Send me a picture.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

He’s quiet for a moment. I can’t help picturing what he’s doing when I hear him moving around. Is he in bed too?

“What are you doing?”

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