Page 8 of Wrong Turn

Bridget rolls her eyes. “I really doubt that’s what happened, but it’s obvious nobody’s going to own up to what they did. Don’t even act like a single one of you wouldn’t be as mad as I am though. When y’all’s stuff starts getting fucked with, don’t expect me to act like I care. I’m going to throw my clothes into the washing machine, and take a shower. Do me a favour though, make sure no more animals run away with the rest of my clothes.”

We simmer in the silence, watching her stomp off to the bathroom. The shower turns on, then Amber breaks the silence. “I didn’t fuck with her shit, but I wish I had. Was it one of you guys?” Everyone slowly shakes their heads back and forth, clearly uneasy now that we don’t know what the fuck is going on. I feel like if one of the other girls did it, they would’ve owned up to it by now. I know I said it was possibly an animal, but the chances of that being true are practically non-existent. I’d be less surprised to find out she did it herself, she’s such an attention whore.

Summer is the first one to break the tense silence hanging over us, “I ought to go shit in her suitcase for trying to blame one of us.”

We all burst out laughing. Leave it to her to say the most off the wall thing to lighten the mood, and thank the gods for Amber, who’s currently making a pot of coffee. I will be needing at least four cups for myself after the morning we’ve had already.

8

CRÈME FILLED DONUTS

FALLON

We’re all sitting at the kitchen island, enjoying our hot coffee, when we hear the now familiar sound of Lukas's truck pulling up. I roll my eyes, wondering when we decided to add a sausage to the taco party. I feel like I can't even complain to the other girls about it because they all seem to enjoy having him around. I do too, but there’s something off about him I can't really put my finger on. It's not like he’s done anything inappropriate, but there’ve been a couple things he’s said that raised my defences.

As I take my coffee cup to the kitchen sink and begin to rinse it out, there’s a knock on our door.

Savannah power walks to the entryway, pulls her shirt down, exposing her cleavage, and adjusts her tits. I swear, if Summer's dad was still alive, she probably would’ve actually tried to fuck him. Savannah swings the door open, a sultry look in her eyes as she flutters her lashes at the heart-throb standing on the stoop.

“Hey ladies, I went into town and picked up some donuts to show my appreciation for letting me crash on the couch lastnight. I know it must have been a little awkward having some stranger in y'alls space.”

Not sure how she beats Savannah, but Bridget is the first one to speak. “Honestly, you didn't have to do that. It was nice having you here, I felt a little safer with you around.”Yeah, right.

Lukas looks over at Bridget, giving her a smile that doesn't fully reach his eyes. “It's no problem, I just wanted to drop these off.” He hands the box to Savannah, turns to the side, then says, “I’ll be on my way now, I hope you enjoy them.” His back faces us as he turns to head down the path, back to his truck. Savannah and Bridget salivate like dogs in heat as they watch him slide into the driver’s seat.

Savannah opens the box and yells to Lukas, “Hey, there’s one missing!”

Through the window, I see him laugh to himself before hollering back to Savannah. “I’ll admit, I ate one. They just smelled too good to ignore.”

“You owe us!” Bridget flirts, and it grates on my nerves, although I have no idea as to why. Lukas nods, giving a friendly wave before reversing out of the driveway. I feel like a complete asshole for thinking there was something off about him. There’s no telling how far he had to drive to get us these donuts, and I’m sitting here talking shit about him in my head.

Summer walks up to Savannah, taking the donuts out of her hand. “I hope there’s Maple Bacon in here.” Her face falls into a frown once she opens the box, realizing they’re all Boston Crème. “Who the fuck gets donuts and only orders one kind?”

“Maybe someone who has no idea what we like and went with the safest option? Be a little more appreciative. You didn't buy them, so you can’t complain. Besides, I’m making the two of us some french toast,” Amber tells her best friend as she’s digging in the fridge for ingredients.

Grabbing a donut, I shove it in my mouth. The crème in the donut oozes out, sliding down my chin, and dripping onto my chest. I wipe it up with my fingers, and lick it off, letting out a moan.

“Bitch, I haven't ever heard you make that noise. Are you okay?” Savannah laughs, grabbing one for herself and passing another to Bridget.

“Nope. I’m pretty sure I just died and went to Elysium. This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth,” I respond.

“You say that every time we try a new place to eat. I think you get off on tasting food more than you’ve ever gotten off with a toy,” Bridget says to me. “Because we all know you’ve never cum on a real cock before.”

What a bitch.

“I’m not sure why the four of y’all are so obsessed with my sex life. I don’t need a man, I’m perfectly content, and I have you guys,” I reply, forcing a smile.

Of course Summer chimes in. “Well I’m not sure about everyone else, hun, but I don’t think I have the equipment to make you moan like that, Amber might in her top drawer though. I know she’s into some freaky shit.”

Amber slams one of the cabinet doors simply to grab our attention. “Hey, Ass-butt, I have no problem spitting on this breakfast I made for you.”

“You wouldn't. Besides, you’re the one who told me a lady never spits, she swallows.” Summer’s barely able to get the sentence out of her mouth before she has to duck behind the kitchen counter as Amber whips the spatula like a frisbee right at her head.

I shake my head at the two of them, trying to refrain from laughing. I know if I laugh, they will easily drag me into their shenanigans. “Alright you two…act like adults,” I attempt to say somewhat sternly. Completely oblivious to my voice, Amber isracing across the kitchen, trying to beat Summer to the spatula lying abandoned on the floor. They grapple for it like toddlers fighting over a toy, until Amber licks Summer’s hand, causing her to recoil in disgust.

“UGH! WHO LICKS A PERSON!” Summer yells, as Amber towers over her triumphantly, spatula in hand.

“I don’t lose, ever,” Amber says, too sweetly. Summer rolls her eyes, getting back to her feet.

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