“So everybody knows I’m a virgin?” I didn’t know why the thought frightened me so, but it did. I suddenly felt as if I were carrying a deep, dark secret that everyone knew despite my best efforts to hide it.
“Great,” I said with tears in my eyes. “I’ll be laughed out of school.”
“Don’t be silly,” Rachel said, reaching across the table to squeeze my arm. “You’re acting like you have the plague or some horrible disease. You’ve just never had your cherry popped. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you should be proud of the fact that you haven’t let some random boy shove his cock into you.”
“I guess so,” I said, looking down at my phone. I swiped the screen and refreshed the app. Still no grades. What the hell was Hollander waiting for?
“Look, why don’t you let Duke set you up with one of the guys on the team,” she said, squeezing my arm again. She waited until I was looking into her eyes. “Come on, someone nice. Even if you don’t get your cherry popped, you get a little action. At least it’ll take your mind off that damn phone! Look around. Pick one. Hell, pick two if you want.”
“How do I know they’ll want to have sex with me?” I asked. What a funny question to ask. I would have laughed if I hadn’t felt so pathetic.
“Trust me, honey,” she said with a sly grin. “These boys will fuck anything. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. Any one of them would be lucky to have you riding his cock.”
“Oh my,” I said, covering a smile behind the glass of beer. Rachel not only fucked like a dude; she talked like one.
She said, “I’m just saying, pick one and I’ll get Duke to hook you up.”
I blew out a long breath and let my eyes go around the room. All the football players were there. The room was so thick with sweat and testosterone that you could cut it with a knife. I’d never been inside the boys’ locker room, but I imagined this was how it smelled.
Before I could choose a cock to ride (sorry, couldn’t resist), my phone buzzed. I swiped open the screen and felt my breath catch in my throat.
“Hollander just posted our grades,” I said, holding up the phone as if it were a Christmas gift I was almost too nervous to unwrap.
Rachel rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine. Check your fucking grade so we can get on with getting you laid.”
We both giggled at her accidental rhyme, but when I refreshed the app to see the grade Hollander had given me, the smile melted from my face.
CHAPTER FOUR: Chase
Ayers, Melvin … F ...
Bradly, Sharon … F ...
Crenshaw, Andrew … F ...
Dalton, Michelle … F …
I paused to light another cigarette and filled my lungs with smoke. I blew the smoke out of the side of my mouth and smiled at the computer screen.
These little fuckers. They’ll shit in their pants when they see these grades, the entitled little bastards. I couldn’t help but smile as I entered in the next grade.
Diaz, Rachel … F …
Let’s see how happy you are when you see this grade, Miss Diaz. I seriously doubt you’ll spread your legs wide open for me in class again. Sad, but oh fucking well…
I shot back another hit of whiskey and licked my lips. I was having a ball. I was also drunk. Shit, I was beyond drunk. I’d reached drunk two hours ago.
I was shitfaced…blind-running drunk, as my old alcoholic father would say. Life is easier, boy, when you’re blind-running drunk.
I didn’t understand what he meant back then, those times when I’d find him lying in a pool of his own puke on the kitchen floor. I understand it now. He was right. Life was easier when you were blind-running drunk.
I squinted through the smoke at the screen.
Preston, Miles … F …
Ross, Audrey … F …
As I hit the F key and watched the letter appear next to Audrey Ross’s name, I almost felt bad for her. She always seemed so serious in class, so worried about her grade. Unlike most of the little shits who wasted my time for two hours every week, Audrey Ross at least seemed to care. Oh well. Sorry. Moving on.
Smith, Wesley … F …
Thomas, Erin … F …
CHAPTER FIVE: Audrey
“What the fuck?” I stared at my phone with my mouth hanging open. I refreshed the screen again. The grade didn’t change.
Rachel pulled her tongue out of Duke’s ear long enough to glance at me. When she saw me staring at my phone with a look of horror on my face, she reached across the table and squeezed my arm gain. My arm was getting red from all the reassuring squeezes.
“Audrey, what’s wrong?” she asked.