11I, once again, am standing in front of my mirror checking out my new battle scars. I seriously need to talk to Justin about this habit of his.
I hop down the stairs and enter the kitchen, stopping abruptly to see a strange man at the table. He was even better looking than Justin, who had the nerdy Justin Timberlake thing going on, whereas this guy had a young Ian Somerhalder look, complete with the dreamy eyes and 'just right tight' jeans. I sigh. I seriously need to get out.
"Hey." I nod at him and continue into the kitchen, looking for a fruit rollup. Jackpot!
"Andy!" My mom yells from upstairs. "Make sure you don't eat the last fruit rollup, I called dibs!" Great, she tells me right after I'm about to open it. I ponder the pros and cons of eating it and decide it's worth it, before ripping apart the wrapper with my teeth. I hear a chuckle and remember I'm not alone.
"Hey man, don't tell her, alright?" I say right as she comes in with Justin trailing behind her. She walks up to me and slaps me hard.
"I told you I called dibs." Really, in front of the hot guy?
"Bitch you want it so bad, here." I spit out what was in my mouth at her. She stands there, her mouth wide in shock before her face contorts with rage.
"You ungrateful piece of shit!" I duck her punch and circle around her, facing Justin and the stranger.
"Who's the dude?" I ask.
"This is Kendall, my new drug dealer." My mom says from behind me. Oh, attraction terminated.
"Don't look so shocked, hun." She says sitting at the table. I know you've wanted some fresh meat, other than that skank you brought home yesterday. Except, there's no deal this time, so no touchy." I glare at her.
"Oh please," I spit out, "like I would've had a choice either way." I glance at the kitchen clock. "Shit, I got to go!" I rush out the house, happy for the fresh air and sigh. He had to be a dealer for my mom, didn't he?
After school, the group and I hung out at The Clam, which was pretty busy today. AL and I caught up, since I haven't seen him in a while. It was nice to finally be with all my friends again, outside of school.
As soon as I walked into the house, I knew I should've taken up AL's offer to spend the night.
Moans and grunts could be heard from upstairs. Jealousy consumes my body as I storm into the kitchen, bumping into somebody.
"Sorry!" oh, it's dealer boy.
"My fault." I scoot around him and raid my refrigerator.
"Why are you still here?" I ask as I take out the necessary ingredients for cereal. "I mean, unless hearing a strange couple pound each other into a mattress turns you on, shouldn't you be long gone?" I stop pouring the milk to think out loud. "Unless they let you watch and you got frustrated when you figured out they weren't going to let you join in." I finally look at him and instantly regret it.
"Your mom pounds into him?' he asks. I shrug.
"Yeah, they have a strap on. Kinky shit if you ask me, especially since she's like 43. Who knew she had the stamina?" he laughs and I turn around to eat my cereal, ignoring how the sound makes me feel funny.
"They just started going at it and I was on my way out when I bumped into you."
"At least you get to leave, I have to try and sleep with this racket." I turn around in my chair to check him out, not so subtly either.
He hesitates. "You can come to my place for tonight."
"Sure." I jump at the opportunity and dump the rest of my cereal. Wait, what if he lives in a bad area? What if he rapes me? I look and him and laugh inwardly. Nah, you can't rape the willing.
"So, this is my place." Dealer boy says when we drive up to an actually nice house.
"Got any beer?" I ask when we get inside. Okay, so my mom didn't really teach me any manners, but its part of my charm.
"You're underage, aren't you?" is this guy for real?
"You're a drug dealer, right? So serve me some alcohol. Please."
"No." he says simply, meeting my eyes, challenging me.
"Aren't drugs worse than beer?" I ask.
"Not really," he states matter -of-factly. "Besides if I get caught, at least I can honestly say I have never given an underage person a harmful substance." I take a few steps forward and stand really close to him.
"Would you have sex with an underage person?" I say casually. He grins and takes a step forward. Our chests are touching and I look up at him.
"How underage are we speaking here?"
"Seventeen." I say quickly. He places a hand on my waist and pulls my body completely against his. He skims the side of my cheek with his lips before going toward my ear.
"No." I eyes flutter close as he brings his lips closer to mine. Wait, I am not going to let him think he can control me. I take two steps back and sit on the couch, flashing him a smirk.
"Guess I'm sleeping here tonight, then."