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.

asked through gritted teeth. I was this close to blowing a fuse today, Kerry should

to engage in a conversation any longer with her and

in her room,” Kerry answered with a disap pointed smile that made her face look pained. ” Waiting

you.”

over to the stairs. Skipping two at a time to get there quicker and away from Kerry’s creepy glare on my ass, I reached Karen’s room in

to see Kerry already at the top

on

with impatience on my

are the two women

of disgust snaked down my spine

when Karen’s loud voice tells me

room, closing the door behind me, and let out

and nearly got

room and by the sound of the water running, I knew she was in

I saw that

never in a serious relation

as mostly all the girls I’ve been with photoshopped photos of me and them to gether and placed those photos online or in their photo

were actually real, with her taking them when

out that she still kept them despite us clearly

that we would never go back to how we were the

from the photos lined on the shelves to the bathroom door that squeaked

the shelves I push my hands into the pocket of

towel that barely cov ered

cock stirred like it would usually do when my eyes feasted on

done for Layla

was revolt and the itching to get out of here as soon

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