Page 92 of Withered

He grins. “They are far from boring. You just don’t see things the same way I do.”

“Aren’t you late for your practice?” I ask.

“Fuck it.” I make a gagging face at what he says.

“You have a dirty mouth, Henderson,” I tell him.

“Don’t try to deny it, Evans. I know you love it.” He smirks.

“I don’t-,” My words are cut off by his lips on mine. It’s a soft peck at first, then he dives again and kisses me. It’s a basic kiss with no tongue—just nice. I do love his dirty mouth. Only he has the ability to make me scream at him and then make me want him like no one else.

“I’ll see you at home after practice.” I nod as he says.

He walks away, and I go to my locker. When my phone rings, I pull it from my pocket and swipe it. “I’ll be there in a second, Kristy,” I say before she begins her rant about where I am.

Kristy is leaning against the hood of my car, so busy typing on her phone that she doesn’t notice me.

“Ready?” She looks startled for a second but then… here it comes,one… two…three…“Where were you?”

“Oh, you and Jake were busy,” she says, cutting me off. “I understand.” She grins.

“No. What makes you think that?”Is she able to look right through me?

“Your lips are swollen. So, I figured.” She shrugs, and my mouth falls open.

“Get in the car before I decide to leave you right here.” I dodge the rest of the chat and get in the driver’s seat.

“You can’t do it. You love me, Rosie,” she shouts and gets into the passenger’s seat.

“Where to?” I ask.

“The mall,” she answers. And that’s where we go.

We go shopping, catch up, and then eat in the food court. When you get to spend time with your best friend, you know it’s a good day, and that’s exactly what we do.

IdropKristyoffat her house and arrive home at 6:30 p.m. Mom is in the kitchen cooking; I quickly greet her and go to my bedroom. I lay down my schoolbag and other shopping bags on the bed and freshen up.

I change into a black tank top and shorts after taking a nice bath. I’m still hungry despite having eaten at the mall. First, I go downstairs and sip my juice. Mom is busy cooking and has her back to me. She must have known I was hungry, as she kept a dish of grilled chicken in front of me.

“Thanks, Mom,” I murmur hastily before taking a bite.

Mom joins me and asks the normal school-related questions. I finish quickly and head back to my room. I already have the assignment to complete, and Professor Caleb assigned me another topic. Because I skipped school with Jake last week, so I have a lot of work to do.

I walk into the room and find it a mess, with my bag on the carpet and shopping bags strewn across the bed. I blow out a breath and start cleaning my room. After that, I pull out my books and began working on my English assignment.

“Where were you?” A familiar voice speaks.

I turn to find Jake sitting on the edge of his window. His feet were dangling, his hair was wet as if he just came out of a shower, and his chest was exposed. It’s hard to keep my eyes on his face when his naked torso is so tempting.

He smirks, knowing full well that he caught me staring at him.

“I was out with Kristy.” My window was open, so I didn’t have to shout.

He nods but doesn’t move or speak again. I close my books and stand near the window. “How was your practice?”

“It was fine. Coach, on the other hand, is a dangerous man.” He stares into space, most likely thinking of coach’s fury.

I giggle. “Were you on the receiving end of his rage?” Just thinking about the scene makes me giggle again.

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