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.

teeth. I was this close to blowing a fuse today, Kerry should thank her lucky stars

engage in a conversation any longer with her

in her room,” Kerry answered with a disap pointed

you.”

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

door, looking down the hall to see Kerry already at the top stair, smiling

knocked on Karen’s door

said loudly with impatience on my

the two women in this

down my spine as

when Karen’s loud voice tells me to

her room, closing the door behind me, and let out

and nearly got blinded

by the sound of

cringing when I saw that she still had pictures of us lined on the

a serious relation ship, Karen treated what we

as mostly all the girls I’ve been with photoshopped photos of me and them

were actually real, with her taking

creeped out that she still kept them

we would never go back to how we were

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

step back from the shelves I push my

a small short towel that barely

it would usually do when my eyes feasted on

even my fingers tingled like they had done for

itching to get out of here

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