Page 3 of Our Cracked Pieces
I eyed her. “That pep talk could have been done without mentioning the words ‘hot’ and ‘brother’ in the same sentence.”
Tammy laughed. “You need to get over that denial, Row,” she cackled. “Your brother is hot as sin.”
“Always has been,” Mandy added.
This time, I threw a fry at her. “Hey! You’re in love, remember?”
“I’m not blind,” she snorted.
When they all started laughing, a part of me wanted to blurt out my truth. It was on the tip of my tongue to confess the mess I’ve made of things. I wanted to unburden myself, but then, that wasn’t fair, was it? Glancing around at my closest friends in the world, who were excited to start their new lives, how selfish would it be to dump what I’ve done on their laps?
This was my problem.
Not theirs. Not my parents. Not my brothers. But mine.
I just hoped I could keep it together for two more months.
Chapter 2
Lorcan~
Spring break started this weekend, and as far as I was concerned, it couldn’t come fast enough. Mr. Hostettler was coming down hard on me lately-for no reason, might I add-and it was starting to bring out my temper.
One I worked very hard to control.
I was set to go to West Texas A&M and getting expelled for kicking a teacher’s ass was not the best thing for me at this point. Or ever, really. And I had no doubt I could kick Mr. Hostettler’s ass. The guy might only be in his mid-twenties and considered in shape, but I’ve always been a fighter, and I had the temper to go with it. A temper I’ve done my best to overcome throughout my adolescent years.
“Oooheee, two more months, and it’ll be hot college pussy as far as the eye can see,” Thad said, getting immediate agreements from the rest of the table.
It was lunchtime, and our usual group was sitting where we’ve always sat all through high school. It was me, Thad, Blake, and Joshua. While we were a tight group, Josh was who I would consider my best friend. We met in the fifth grade and have been friends ever since. While I didn’t mind popularity, I subscribed to the belief that one true friend was worth a thousand acquaintances.
“You can finally lose your virginity,” Blake joked.
“Your mom didn’t tell you? I lost it to her two years ago,” Thad fired back, not missing a beat.
Blake flipped him off. “Fuck you, dude.”
Thad grinned. “Nah, dude. Haven’t you heard? I’m a virgin.” At that, Josh and I joined in on the laughter.
“Well, not all of us have steady pussy,” Blake smirked, looking my way.
“It’s because you’re ugly as fuck,” I shot back, but of course, it was a lie. While I had black hair and grey eyes, Blake was your perfect blonde, blue-eyed, All-American guy. If he weren’t such a good dude, I could see people hating on his classic looks. Josh was blonde, too, but his was more of a cross between dark blond and light brown, and he came with hazel eyes.
“You’re all ugly as fuck,” Thad snorted, but we all knew better.
We were a good-looking group, if I did say so myself, but I could be objective enough to say that Thad was probably the best-looking out of us all. Having reached our growing potential, Thad was already six-foot-six, on his way to play professional basketball or football. He was equally good at both. And the guy didn’t know the meaning of regular cornrows. No. He always had his hair braided up in some elaborate pattern that had to be hell on his mother’s fingers. But his look always had the girls running after him like he was a god, and I guess he was. He was on his way to being a sports superstar.
“On a serious note, have you decided what you and Vanessa are going to do about college yet?” Josh asked, and the question made me feel uncomfortable.
Vanessa Beasley and I have been dating since the summer before our junior year, and as cliché as it might sound, she really was the perfect girlfriend. A knockout redhead with a body curved in all the right places, Vanessa had it all. She was beautiful, popular, positive, and a sizzling fuck. While we hadn’t been each other’s first, we’d had plenty of firsts during our relationship, and the girl never failed to make my dick hard with just one look. And during all those firsts that we had explored together, our experimenting had turned Vanessa into an anal freak, and she took my cock in her ass like a hot slut whenever we ended up in bed together.
Vanessa Beasley was every teenage boy’s wet fucking dream.
But lately, she’s been distant, and every time I tried to talk to her about it, she’d brush it off as nerves. We were going to separate colleges, and her excuse was that she was anxious about all the new changes coming our way. And though plausible, did I buy it?
Not a bit.
Whatever was going on with Vanessa, it wasn’t college. We already agreed to do the long-distance thing, so I wasn’t buying the so-called nerves excuse. Truth be told, I had some suspicions that she was cheating on me, but no proof.
