Tyler’s pov

Was I really about to do this to get information on whoev er had written the word whore on Layla’s locker?

I looked at Karen’s house, more specifically her room. It was lit up and I was sure she was waiting for me in there.

I let out an irritated breath and got out of the car. I ap proached the front door and rang the bell.

In just a few minutes someone’s footsteps approach the door. When the door pried open | smile at Karen’s mother awkwardly.

“Oh it’s you Tyler. Thought it was the pizza delivery guy.” Karen’s mom laughed lightly.

“Sorry about visiting this late ma’am, Karen asked me to help her with our history homework that’s due tomorrow.” 

I wasn’t even good at history.

“Oh I know about that, Karen has already informed me that you’d be visiting. And please, how many times must I tell you to call me Kerry?” She giggled and opened the door wider.

“Come in. Come in. Haven’t seen you here in a while.” She smiles and I return an awkward one that she looked past.

Stepping into the house, I stiffen when she ‘accidentally’ squeezed my bicep. She giggled like a school girl. “Oh sorry. You’ve gotten even more toned.”

DODL

Igrit my teeth.

One of the reasons why I avoided coming to Karen’s and usually brought her over to my place was because of her leeching mother who always sees fit to touch me inappropri ately.

A grown woman with a husband and a daughter I had been banging wasn’t my type regardless of my reputation.

was this close to blowing a fuse today, Kerry should thank

that I didn’t want to engage in a conversation any longer

room,” Kerry answered with a disap pointed

you.”

there quicker and away from Kerry’s creepy glare on

down the hall to see Kerry already

knocked on Karen’s

said loudly with

two women

shiver of disgust snaked down my

voice tells me

run into her room, closing the door behind me, and let out a

nearly got blinded by the color of pink

of the water running, I knew she was in

saw that

fact that we were never in a serious relation ship, Karen treated

been with photoshopped photos of me and them to gether and placed those photos online or in their photo al bum, so

the shelves were actually real,

at them, I couldn’t help but feel creeped out that she still kept them despite us clearly not being on good

got the idea that we would never go back to how we were the last we

eyes tear away from the photos lined on the shelves to the bathroom door

the shelves I push

short towel that

me. Not even my cock stirred like it would usually do when my eyes feasted on a naked girl’s

tingled like they had done for Layla to touch

I felt was revolt and the itching to get out of here as

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