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

want to engage in a conversation any longer

a disap pointed

you.”

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

door, looking down the hall to see Kerry

on Karen’s

loudly with impatience

are the two women in this house

my spine as peeked

relieved when Karen’s loud voice tells

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

nearly got blinded by the

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

when I saw that she still had pictures of us

fact that we were never in a serious

girls I’ve been with photoshopped photos of me and them to gether and placed those photos online or in their photo al bum, so I didn’t

photos she had lined on the shelves were actually

couldn’t help but feel creeped out that she still

never go back

on the shelves to

back from the shelves I push my hands

walks out with a small short towel that barely

like it would

even my fingers tingled like they had done for Layla to touch every

itching to get out

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