you’ve
warmed up to me.”
She nudged him
with her hip. “You’re not so bad.”
I couldn’t help
smiling. This was a flirty Taylor. Her eyes twinkled. They were an odd shade of
blue, but it worked on her.
“Is your Dad
picking us up?”
“Yep. Like usual.
I miss him when he’s out of town.”
“Does he travel
much?”
“He’ll go for
weeks where I don’t see him but once a week,” she said.
I could see the
sadness in her eyes. What would that be like? I had to admit that if my mother
had traveled, it would have been a relief. There was always drama surrounding
her – and strangers who wanted to party.
I would often come
home to all sorts of stoned people in our trailer. I had started locking my
bedroom door when stuff started getting stolen.
Sadly, that could
have been my mother selling things to buy drugs. It may not have been her
friends. Taylor had no such worries in her life.
***
The mathletes met
after school the next day, but not for long. I had some time before Taylor’s
dad would pick us up. I could have gotten a ride home, but decided to hang out.
School was different after hours.
Everyone was more
relaxed. Usually, I was running home because my mother wanted me there or I had
to check on her because she’d had the day off. It was never a good thing to
give my mother idle time. She just drank or snorted it away.
I should probably
go visit her, but not being around her had been nice. I was only responsible
for myself. Someone else made meals and gave me money for food. This life was
nice, but one wrong step and Mrs. Dean would kick me out.
And, she should.
They’d offered me a rare opportunity and I had to do right by them.
I sat in the
bleachers watching the various sports practicing. Okay, I was only watching the
cheerleaders. And, only watching Taylor. She had command of the squad.
Those girls
listened to her. Taylor didn’t come up to see me when they took a break, which
was disappointing. It shouldn’t be, but it was.
Instead, two other
cheerleaders came up to sit with me. I glanced at Taylor, who was clearly
staring my way. Why? I didn’t get a read on the situation, but I had a feeling
I was in dangerous waters. The two women sat on either side of me and I got the
feeling I was going to be ambushed.
They were twins.
Every guy’s fantasy, right? I swallowed hard.
“Hello, ladies.”
Smooth. I wasn’t
really. I just came across that way because I was usually quiet. Some girls
thought I was dark and broody. It had gotten me a little ass here and there.
“Hello, Dylan. I’m
Bailey.”
“I’m Barbie.”
Barbie and Bailey.
Okay. I expected porn music to start playing because this was unreal. I rubbed
my hands on my pants. I’d just wanted to wait for Taylor and now, I was
surrounded by women.
“Hello. How did
you know my name?”
Bailey leaned into
me, two manicured fingers dancing across my shoulder. “We were at Taylor’s
house that day.”
“Oh, right.”
I’d forgotten. As
hot as they were, they hadn’t been that memorable. I’d been so nervous about
invading their space in the basement that the details were forgotten.
“Taylor said
you’ve been helping her with math,” Barbie said. “I need some help. With math.”
Okay. “Well, I
guess I could help you.”
This really was
starting to be porn-like, but who was I to turn them down?
Except that my
gaze kept straying to Taylor. When it did, either Barbie or Bailey would put a
finger on my chin to bring my attention back. I could have twins, if I did this
properly, both of them. I bet at the same time.
All I could keep
thinking about was what Taylor would think, though. She looked even less happy
each time my gaze went to her.
“Is practice over
ladies?” I asked.
“Yes, it is.”
I stood. My dick
didn’t want me to, but my heart had other ideas. These were Taylor’s friends. I
wasn’t going to just hop into bed with them. I needed to make sure if I pursued
anything with either one of
warmed up to me.”
She nudged him
with her hip. “You’re not so bad.”
I couldn’t help
smiling. This was a flirty Taylor. Her eyes twinkled. They were an odd shade of
blue, but it worked on her.
“Is your Dad
picking us up?”
“Yep. Like usual.
I miss him when he’s out of town.”
“Does he travel
much?”
“He’ll go for
weeks where I don’t see him but once a week,” she said.
I could see the
sadness in her eyes. What would that be like? I had to admit that if my mother
had traveled, it would have been a relief. There was always drama surrounding
her – and strangers who wanted to party.
I would often come
home to all sorts of stoned people in our trailer. I had started locking my
bedroom door when stuff started getting stolen.
Sadly, that could
have been my mother selling things to buy drugs. It may not have been her
friends. Taylor had no such worries in her life.
***
The mathletes met
after school the next day, but not for long. I had some time before Taylor’s
dad would pick us up. I could have gotten a ride home, but decided to hang out.
School was different after hours.
Everyone was more
relaxed. Usually, I was running home because my mother wanted me there or I had
to check on her because she’d had the day off. It was never a good thing to
give my mother idle time. She just drank or snorted it away.
I should probably
go visit her, but not being around her had been nice. I was only responsible
for myself. Someone else made meals and gave me money for food. This life was
nice, but one wrong step and Mrs. Dean would kick me out.
And, she should.
They’d offered me a rare opportunity and I had to do right by them.
I sat in the
bleachers watching the various sports practicing. Okay, I was only watching the
cheerleaders. And, only watching Taylor. She had command of the squad.
Those girls
listened to her. Taylor didn’t come up to see me when they took a break, which
was disappointing. It shouldn’t be, but it was.
Instead, two other
cheerleaders came up to sit with me. I glanced at Taylor, who was clearly
staring my way. Why? I didn’t get a read on the situation, but I had a feeling
I was in dangerous waters. The two women sat on either side of me and I got the
feeling I was going to be ambushed.
They were twins.
Every guy’s fantasy, right? I swallowed hard.
“Hello, ladies.”
Smooth. I wasn’t
really. I just came across that way because I was usually quiet. Some girls
thought I was dark and broody. It had gotten me a little ass here and there.
“Hello, Dylan. I’m
Bailey.”
“I’m Barbie.”
Barbie and Bailey.
Okay. I expected porn music to start playing because this was unreal. I rubbed
my hands on my pants. I’d just wanted to wait for Taylor and now, I was
surrounded by women.
“Hello. How did
you know my name?”
Bailey leaned into
me, two manicured fingers dancing across my shoulder. “We were at Taylor’s
house that day.”
“Oh, right.”
I’d forgotten. As
hot as they were, they hadn’t been that memorable. I’d been so nervous about
invading their space in the basement that the details were forgotten.
“Taylor said
you’ve been helping her with math,” Barbie said. “I need some help. With math.”
Okay. “Well, I
guess I could help you.”
This really was
starting to be porn-like, but who was I to turn them down?
Except that my
gaze kept straying to Taylor. When it did, either Barbie or Bailey would put a
finger on my chin to bring my attention back. I could have twins, if I did this
properly, both of them. I bet at the same time.
All I could keep
thinking about was what Taylor would think, though. She looked even less happy
each time my gaze went to her.
“Is practice over
ladies?” I asked.
“Yes, it is.”
I stood. My dick
didn’t want me to, but my heart had other ideas. These were Taylor’s friends. I
wasn’t going to just hop into bed with them. I needed to make sure if I pursued
anything with either one of
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