Somethin' About That Boy

When I pulled into my driveway, I waved at my brother who was for some reason mowing the lawn in the dark.

Getting off the bike, I hustled up to my door and went inside, feeling restless and edgy.

I hadn’t wanted to leave her.

In all honesty, I had a million things I needed to do—a paper being one of those million things. A paper that was due in two days.

Yet, I didn’t care.

Taking a shower, I thought about nothing but the way that Perry felt up against me.

My cock was hard as granite when I finally got out of the shower, and I nearly turned around and went back inside to take care of it. But then I thought better of it seeing as it’d probably end up like the day before.

I’d come, but it hadn’t lasted long.

I felt like a randy little bastard. I’d come more since I’d met Perry than I have my entire teenage existence.

My phone vibrated on the counter, and I walked over to it with water still heavily dripping off of my body.

I grinned when I saw Perry’s name.

Reaching backward for the towel, I started to dry off with one hand while I used the other to open my phone.

What I saw made my breath hitch.

It was a photo of her in her bra and panties—though you couldn’t see anything from her hips down—but still. I could fucking see her panties.

The caption said ‘ouch.’

And I could see the bruise already forming on her hip.

But Jesus Christ. She was standing there in a bra and panties.

My dick that was already hard as fuck got even harder.

Groaning, I replied back.

Banner: That wasn’t nice.

Perry: What?

Banner: I’m a seventeen-year-old guy. Figure it out.

Perry: :P

Putting my phone down on the counter, I went to dress and decided to just do underwear for now.

Then, a thought coming at me, I sent her almost the same photo she’d just sent me.

I still had water droplets dripping down my chest, but I didn’t care.

Hitting send, I went to find a pair of sweatpants, pulled them on and went to my shelf and reluctantly pulled out the shit I would need to write my paper.

It was about an hour into the paper that I realized I’d left my phone on the counter in the bathroom.

Tired of writing the paper and thinking that I really needed to take a break anyway, I made my way to the bathroom, grinning when I saw the four texts from Perry.

Perry: Okay, now I know what you meant.

Perry: That was really mean.

Perry: You really have a lot of abs.

Perry: I think I’m…

Dying to know what she would’ve finished that sentence with, I quickly texted her back.

Banner: I think I’m…what?

It took her so long to reply that I was able to finish up the rough draft on my paper.

After hitting the final period, I felt my phone vibrate again.

Perry: I really don’t think I should answer that. I’m embarrassed that I even sent it to begin with.

Now I was really intrigued.

But when I texted her, she didn’t answer.

And I was really, really wanting to know what her reply would’ve been.

Grinning at the phone, I placed it down onto the bathroom counter, then went about getting ready for bed. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, flossed, and stared at my phone.

All the while, I wondered what it would take for her to answer me.

Sadly, the bubbles never appeared, leaving me wondering what she was thinking, and imagining the very worst—or the best, depending on how you looked at it.

After swiping on some deodorant, I made my way to my room and glanced at the unmade bed.

I didn’t want to sleep there alone.

In fact, the idea of being there without Perry was getting increasingly suckier the longer I imagined it.

And then an idea bloomed.

Biting my lip, I looked over at the tennis shoes that were right beside the dresser on the floor.

I bit my lip, contemplating it for all of a few more seconds, then grabbed a long pair of socks, my tennis shoes, a t-shirt, and was walking out of my door and locking it behind me.

I waved at one of my brother’s fellow SWAT members, Malachi, and went to my bike.

At the last second, I changed my mind and went to my car instead. One of my dad’s buddies had dropped the car off this week, so I now had choices.

It was just as fucking loud as the bike was, but at least if I parked that a couple of streets over, when Perry’s father left in the morning for work and passed it, he wouldn’t be automatically assuming that I stayed the night.

I drove quickly through the darkened, deserted streets. Arriving at the street one over from Perry’s, I parked in the church parking lot, locked up the car, and headed at a brisk walk toward Perry’s house.