Page 6 of Curves for the Crass (Rejected 8)

“Whoo hoo! Can you go faster?” I yell over the roar of the motorcycle. It has only been three weeks since my first day of school, but it feels like it took forever to finally get here. Canaan promised he would take me for a ride, but tonight’s the first night I haven’t had to drive my brother home. He has soccer tryouts at school for the next year tonight, and of course, my mother has to be there for him. I wasn’t even mad. I get to spend time with my new friends. We hang out every day at school but never after. Sometimes I sneak out and see Canaan for a bit, but never for long. Definitely not long enough for my taste. I’ve become addicted to him.

I hear Canaan chuckle and press the gas faster. I turn and look at the rest of the group behind us. Bailey, Berkley, and Lexi wave at me. Ricki and Juju are dancing on the back of the bikes, and Rissa and Farlee are snuggled into their guys’ backs with slight smiles on their faces. I know they are used to this ride, but I’m not, and I will enjoy every second of it.

We take back roads, swerving and gunning it. Canaan keeps his hand on my thigh, and even when I tell him faster, he only goes ten above the speed limit. He said when he was clipping my helmet into place, he would be safer than he had ever been before. He said he refused to hurt me, so he took every precaution. Maybe that's why he won't go faster. We ride for a few hours before we turn and head back to the school. I hate that this night is coming to an end, but I know it’s getting late, and my mommightstart to worry. Probably not.

When we pull up and hop off the bikes, it seems like I'm not the only one dreading the night being over. All the girls look sad, but then Juju speaks up.

“Hey, I have an idea.”

“No,” the group all says in unison. I laugh harder than I thought possible at her pouting face.

“It's nothing illegal, and we won’t be damaging any property, but Lexi’s distraction gave me some ideas.” She grins evilly.

“You will not be stripping or streaking in front of anyone. You, all of you, is mine and only mine,” Brody growls, leaning in and kissing her neck.

“I second that,” Alec says.

“Third,” Dean says, looking down at Rissa, who just shrugs her shoulder.

“Fourth,” Joey speaks up.

“Fifth,” says Griffin.

“Sixth,” Landon comments.

“Seventh,” Parker growls.

But what surprises me most is Canaan's growl.

“Eighth.” I look up at him and raise a brow. He just shrugs and mumbles, “You’re mine.” Like he has a say in what I can and can't do. Even if it makes my downstairs weep and my heart squeeze in bliss. He still needs to learn a lesson.

“I’ll race you all to the football field,” I say, taking off and getting a head start while all the girls squeal with laughter and follow behind me. I really just want to fuck with the guys. No way am I stripping down for anyone. Well, maybe for Canaan, but only after he’s learned his lesson.

“Alright, ladies. I have an idea. Who all here has a tank top under their shirts?” I ask, completely out of breath, while pulling my shirt over my head. I know the guys will be hot on our heels, but we have a good head start.

“Wait, we aren’t really stripping, right?” Birkley asks nervously as she keeps pace with us.

“Hell no. don't nobody want to see all this. Especially while I'm running.” I laugh off my awkwardness.

“Girl, hush. You have curves to die for. I would be happy with half your ass and boobs. Seriously, being stick-thin sucks. I’m not just saying that. Imagine making love, and your boney ass keeps hitting his thighs on every downslide. When me and Landon are fuc..”

“Ricki!” Bailey cuts her off. Ricki just rolls her eyes but keeps going.

“Well, anyway, Landon doesn’t like me on top because I’m too rough and impatient. I want all of him in me, so I come down too hard, and my boney ass isn’t pleasant.”

I try really hard not to laugh, but honestly, she makes me feel better. She makes me feel beautiful. This whole group does.

“Okay, anyway, back to the plan. If you have a spaghetti strap on, just pull the straps down, and we will all be stooped behind the wall. We should pop up just a bit when the guys come around the corner. Give them a bit of cleavage and make them think we don’t have our shirts on. In reality, our boobs and lower halves will be covered entirely.

“Oh, I love this idea!!!” Lexi says, clapping, and all the girls agree. Well, all except Rissa and Birkely, who are the only ones not wearing a tank top under their shirts.

“We’ll just peek our heads up a bit and make them think we are with you,” Birkely says, laughing into her hands. We get in position just as the guys come around the corner.

“Mother fucker! Don’t look,” Alec bellows.

“You don’t look, asshole!” Landon says.

“All of you turn the fuck around. If any of you so much as see a freckle on my girl…” Griffin growls.

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