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“Well, I think we might become friends with benefits,” Tammy said, returning to Diego as the topic. “And I’m perfectly okay with that.”
As the conversation went back to Tammy and Diego, my insides were churning with the thought that Carly might be even a little bit serious. There was no way I could let her lose her virginity to Officer Connors. It would be something she’d regret for the rest of her life.
He was evil.
Suddenly, I felt the weight of my secrets crashing down on my chest, and I wondered if I was every going to be free from the feeling.
Chapter 6
Lorcan~
School was back in session, and everything seemed right with the world again.
After the silent treatment for three days, Vanessa had finally come around and showed up at my house on Monday evening. And with my parents out of town and Molly out with her friends, Vanessa had shown me just how much she had missed me. The front door hadn’t even shut behind her, and she’d already started going down on her knees. And because I was an eighteen-year-old male, I had let her.
After I had nutted off in her mouth, she had led me upstairs to my room, and had continued with her apology for being a cold bitch all weekend. Three used condoms later, I had unloaded all over her big tits, inside her ready pussy, and deep in her tight ass. After that, the rest of the evening had been spent with her on her phone, and me on mine, until she had finally gone back home around eleven.
The rest of the week, things had, seemingly, gone back to normal. Vanessa had stopped being distant, and had texted like she used to do, and had even snuck in some more time together when her parents were gone or mine had been busy. We hadn’t fucked this steady in weeks, but for the rest of the week, Vanessa had been either texting me or had her lips wrapped around my dick.
A part of me was grateful I hadn’t jumped the gun and had broken up with her without proof that she was cheating. Seeing her back to her old self, her excuses for being distant didn’t seem like excuses anymore. Maybe she really had been getting anxious over graduation and us going to two different schools.
With the bell ringing, signaling the end of second period, I left class in search of Vanessa. Our routine had always been to spend our breaks with each other and lunch with our friends. When we had first started dating, we had agreed we would not become that couple that ignored their friends. We had mapped out our free time to include our friends and each other.
After putting my books up in my locker, I had headed to the east side of the math building where Vanessa’s locker was. When I rounded the corner, the sight that greeted me wasn’t a pleasant one.
Vanessa had her back against the lockers and Tyler Vanhaus was close enough in her personal space that it looked cozier than was appropriate for a girl who had a boyfriend.
And my second thought?
Had Vanessa given me all that pussy and ass all week to throw me off her track?
I walked up to them, and as soon as Tyler noticed me, he took two huge steps back. Never mind that I was taller than he was, but Tyler and I have attended the same school system since elementary school; the guy knew about my temper. It was no secret I wasn’t afraid to swing ‘em.
“Oh, hey, Cavanaugh,” he said. “I was just talking to your girl about some chemistry homework.”
“Well, it’s my time with her now,” I replied. “You can talk to her about chemistry in chemistry class.”
He threw his hands up in a surrendering motion. “Hey, no problem, man. I get it.” He looked at Vanessa. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Sure thing, Tyler,” Vanessa returned, and I could tell by the edge in her voice that she was pissed at me.
I waited until Tyler had turned his back and was far away enough not to be able to ear hustle, before turning to face Vanessa. “What the fuck?” I spat.
Her big green eyes bugged. “Are you kidding?” she spat back. “You were so rude, Lorcan.”
“And you were standing too fucking close to him, Vanessa,” I fired back.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, give me a break,” she drawled out.
I folded my arms over my chest. “If a girl was standing that close to me, you would have lost your shit, and you know it.”
Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but I’ve had plenty of girls hit on me over the years. Even after I became serious with Vanessa, I still got propositioned, and I knew it was because girls thought I was the entire package with my looks, intelligence, and money. But I wasn’t.
I really wasn’t.
I could be a bit of a dick, and I didn’t suffer fools gladly. But my biggest black mark was my temper. I had a terrible one, and I was constantly trying to overcome it.
Like fucking now.
