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Story: Pretty Little Psychoy
I downshifted as we came to the bend, slowing and following the curve of the track before slamming my foot down on the gas, my back tires kicking out and jerking my car sideways. I corrected it, knowing I’d gotten a little close to Landon, but he drove up beside me and flipped me off, a big grin on his face.
We were neck and neck the entire lap, and by the time we crossed the finish line, Landon had fallen back the smallest amount, making me the winner. I frowned when his car slammed to a stop in my rearview mirror as I slowed, and I climbed out just in time to witness him bail from the car, smacking his body like a maniac.
“Spider!” he practically screamed, running around like an idiot. It was something he had in common with my brother. Ryder was also deathly scared of those eight-legged bastards.
I rolled my eyes and walked towards Landon, grabbing the back of his hoodie to stop him running in circles, and I reached around to unzip the front to pull it off his arms. He had no problem bailing out of the way and leaving me with the beast, and I snorted when I found the tiny thing inside the sleeve.
“Really? This little guy is what had you dancing around like you were trying to summon rain?”
“He’s huge!” he argued, glaring at his hoodie as if it was its fault, his eyes widening as I turned the sleeve inside-out and placed my hand against the fabric where the spider was sitting, waiting for it to walk onto me before tossing the hoodie back at him.
“There you go. Daddy’s got you,” I deadpanned, his eyes narrowing.
“I’m never calling you daddy.”
“No? You should since you seem to be such a little bitch.” I chuckled, walking towards the grass to let the spider run free. “You bottom, don’t you?” No one was close enough to hear us, but he still cursed at me for it, getting back in his car and slamming the door.
He was a little bit sensitive about being in the closet. He knew I was joking. There was nothing less masculine about being a bottom, it all came down to personal preference, which had nothing to do with me.
I walked back to my car, not surprised when I glanced at the fence to find Beckett and the guys gone. She’d act like she’d left and hadn’t stuck around to watch, and I’d pretend that was the case. It was a fun game we played when she was mad at me.
I climbed into my car and drove back to my usual parking place on the grass, not surprised that everyone else had gone. It was usually how nights like this went.
My bottle of vodka was empty and lying on the ground, Beckett’s way of telling me to go and fuck myself.
“It’s unlike you to be lonely.”
I turned around, finding Angel behind me. “I pissed everyone off.” I shrugged, leaning back against my car. “Why are you here? Not working tonight?”
“Day off,” she answered, twirling her freshly-dyed, caramel and blonde toned hair around her finger. “Are you going to hang around here or go somewhere else?”
Landon pulled up beside us, giving me a wince. “My dads need help at the bar, so I have to bail.”
“That’s okay. I’ll run riot with Angel,” I joked. “Tell them I said hey.”
“Will do. Thanks for the race.” He grinned, giving us a wave before driving towards the gate, his taillights vanishing into the night.
“So,” Angel said slowly. “You want to get drunk with your favorite big sister?”
“Sold,” I replied as I playfully swatted her arm. “Let me just grab something and we’ll go.”
“You meansomeone?” she said dryly. She knew I didn’t like taking girls back to my house, but she’d always let me take hookups back to hers for the night. It was usually where we partied anyway.
“That depends. Are we drinking at your place or mine?”
“Mine.”
“Then yes, I’ll be back with some pussy in a minute.” I grinned, knowing she would’ve had some guy lined up herself. She had a healthy sex life like I did, which was probably why she’d moved out.
My eyes scanned the field until they landed on a pretty brunette. I knew she was a senior from Crestford Academy, but I couldn’t remember her name.
I made my way towards her, one of her friends noticing me and tensing before I got there. She mumbled something under her breath, the brunette turning around to eye me suspiciously. I couldn’t blame them. I probably looked ready to rob them with my big, baggy hoodie over my face.
I pushed it off my head, relief filling her face as she relaxed her muscles. “Riley, right?”
“Yeah. I noticed you and remembered you from somewhere. You go to Crestford Academy, don’t you?” I smiled, stopping in front of her. “I’d remember your pretty face anywhere.”
Her cheeks heated, but interest flickered in her gaze. “I’m Georgia.” I didn’t give a shit what her name was. I’d never see her again after tonight.
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