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.

this close to blowing a fuse today, Kerry should thank her lucky stars that I

to engage in a conversation any longer with her and forces out a

disap pointed smile that made her

you.”

two at a time to get there quicker and away

to see Kerry already at the

on Karen’s

I said loudly with impatience

women in

snaked down my spine

relieved when Karen’s loud voice tells

room, closing the door behind me,

girly room and nearly got blinded by

her room and by the sound of the water running, I knew

her shelves, cringing when I saw that she still had

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

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

lined on the shelves were actually real, with her taking them when I least expected

out that she still kept them despite us

got the idea that we would never go back

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

from the shelves I push my hands into the

a small short towel

it would usually

like they had done for Layla to touch

itching to get out of here as soon

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