Page 62 of You're To Blame 2

“I haven’t talked to him. Have you?”

“Not since last week.”

“And you haven’t called him?”

“I have. He hadn’t called back. Sometimes he disappears. You know he does that from time to time.”

“Yeah, ok. I will find him.”

“We will find him. I’ll grab your keys from your locker and I’ll wait for you inside your truck out back,” he whispered.

I nodded.

The faint scent of his cologne lingered after he walked away.

By last period I was ready to claw my eyes out. I’d become the biggest whore in the entire school. I’d now linked up with Matt and Lake. They said Tate dumped me because of my whorish ways. Seriously.The idiotsthrived on gossip. I skated out the back door. I knew Tate wouldn’t risk being seen. He probably left before the bell rang.

I climbed into the truck and shut the door. My eyes lingered over my handsome sleeping passenger in the reclined seat. My eyes bulged at his huge boner.

“Don’t stare at it. Rub it.” His eyes popped open.

“Several chicks tried today. Thanks to my girlfriend who said I need to act like an asshole.”

I smiled and gripped his cock. “They’re so excited to be back in your presence. It’s sickening.”

He laughed. “I think you get a kick out of it.”

“Hm. A little. A few girls said they were with you this weekend. I chuckled because you were with me.”

He clutched my face and sucked my lips into his.

I pulled back a hair. “Tate, we need to find Matt.”

“Let’s go. I’ll give you directions.”

Fifteen minutes later, we rolled to a stop outside a large mansion.

“Who lives here?”

“Matt’s aunt and uncle.”

“Didn’t he used to hang at his grandparents too sometimes?”

“Yeah. He goes back and forth. Come on.”

We hopped out and strolled to the front door. Luckily, I kept a pair of sneakers in my backpack. I was tired of the kitten heels.

Tate pounded on the door.

The butler appeared. “May I help you?”

“Yes, we’re here for Matt.”

He held the door open and stretched his hand. “Come in.”

“Matthew, you have guests,” he called out.

“Have a seat in the sitting room. Would you both like a beverage?”

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