Page 39 of White Hole

“Thanks.” I leaned into the passenger door, ready to open it and make my walk-of-shame back to my room.

“Sins, wait.” George jumped out and came around to open my door, lifted me out of the truck, and kissed me. Flushing with desire, I was ready to forget the marathon and go back to bed with him.

George broke our kiss and pulled out his phone. “Text me your number.” He showed his number on the screen. I texted him mine. “See ya, princess.”

He jumped back in his truck and eyed me as he drove away. I fiddled with my lips, remembering his George taste and wanting more. But first, I had a race to run.

Darting upstairs, I made some instant oatmeal (I wasn’t going to tell him that) and downed a half bowl. I quickly threw on my race tights and sports bra. Covering myself with an NU hoodie, I had just enough time to make it to the start of the race. When I got out of my car, I heard a rip. Feeling my butt, a large hole had formed in the crotch of my tights. I always went commando under them.

“No, no, no, no!” I cried. What was I supposed to do? I had no alternative outfit, and the race would start too soon. Kicking myself for not packing an extra bag like normal, I decided to try to run, anyway. Maybe no one would notice.

After approaching the check-in table, I felt a breeze hitting my backside. I was worried, but kept going. I didn’t want to reach down to feel how large the hole was in case other people took notice.

The start of the race was fine. I was able to ignore the rip. By the end, the hole had grown so large that almost my entire bum was exposed. My face wasn’t just flushed from the exercise, I was going to die of humiliation. I didn’t stop, determined to make it to the end.

It was my worst time ever.

When I crossed the finish line, I hurried to my car and jumped in without even stopping at the water table. I should have checked my clothes before I went! Looking at my phone, I saw a text waiting from George.

George

Text me when you’re done with your race.

I’m done.

Was it a holy experience?

?

I’m sure you RIPPED down the street as fast as you could.

Did you do this?

*shh emoji*

You fucking asshole! Never speak to me again.

*laughing emoji* Sins, you get what you deserve. Don’t fuck with my workout gear, and I won’t fuck with yours.

That wasn’t going to happen. Not after this. I needed to up the stakes. He thought he could embarrass me like this? Ugh, just when I was starting to crave his cock, too. I had been thinking I would meet up with him after the race for some fun time in his bed. Now, the thought disgusted me. He just ruined it.

George

Meet me.

No fucking way. Go to hell.

Meet me or I will come get you.

Nope. I’m disappearing.

I started my car and pulled out of the back parking lot designated for the participants. Once I reached the road, my car wouldn’t turn. It shook and made a loud screeching noise. Flashbacks from my accident flooded my mind. My chest tightened, and my fingers ached on the steering wheel. Air would not get into my lungs. I froze.

Someone honked behind me. I tried to pull the car to the side to let everyone go around. Once I did, I jumped out of the car, bent over, and hurled.

Feeling lightheaded, I sat on the curb with my head in my hands. My car tire had busted. The others looked low as well. Inspecting them closer, I saw giant slash marks in each of them. George had tried to kill me! He’d tried to slash my tires! He had gone too far.

I picked up my phone and called his number.

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