Damn My Shirt
932 Words
"I would not, Eric!" I resumed the tug of war for my hair.
Challenging him made him twist on his knees to lean back over me. Brushing the tip of my nose with his. "The hell you wouldn't. I bet your wet in your little panties, right now."
"I am not." I kicked at him but couldn't get my leg high enough to do more than flail against his thigh.
He gave me a bored look. His gaze sliding over my fitted white tanktop and flitting over my tightened n*****s before slipping to where it lifted enough my belly button peered from beneath the hem and just above the waistband of my faded, torn blue jeans before sliding back to my face.
"Should I check?" He swirled a finger meaningfully.
I felt my eyes round to the size of saucers. "Don't you dare."
He rubbed his fingertips along the top of my waistband, slipping just slightly under my jeans.
"I'll kill you." I glared at him.
"Ooh. Don't threaten me with a good time, Baby." He gave me that lopsided grin. "Now stop teasing me so I can finish washing your hair."
He refocused on scrubbing out the bubbles and made a triumphant sound as he lifted the bit of green mint gum.
"You're welcome." He said with dancing blue eyes.
"Why...Thank you so much Satan for correcting your demonic acts!"
"Aww." He crooned. "You know I love it when you call me by pet names."
I glowered at him. Lips pursing in annoyance.
***
Once he'd scrubbed the last of my brown hair, he released where he gripped the handful at the back of my head so abruptly that I flopped to the floor on my butt.
"There ya go." He stood up, swept his shirt off the floor and walked out the door. Closing it behind him as though I were nothing but discarded trash he was finished with.
Now that he's kissed me. I gave an aggravated screech under my breath.
"You wiry bastard!" I huffed. Pounding my fists on the floor. I'd no idea why I always let him get under my skin.
Because he's really damn good at doing it.
But it was a good lesson for me. Realizing that's exactly how he'd treat any girl he's had.
Yet another reason he'll never have me!
I rolled my eyes Heavenward and leaned a hand atop the tub to get to my feet and as I stood, I realized that the water from my hair had soaked through my tanktop and my thin b*a. My breasts were completely visible. I gasped in horror. Holding my shirt away from me as I turned the doorknob and stepped into the hall.
***
"Here." A sweatshirt was flung at me so quickly I barely took in the sight of Eric leaned against the wall in the hall.
Waiting for me to come out?
Did he leave because he could see through my shirt? I snorted to myself. He'd never be that much of a gentleman.
The devil doesn't know how to be anymore than he is. I remembered a quote from some book I'd read early in the year. I always thought of it when dealing with Eric.
"Hey, I'm going to the track in a bit and your mom doesn't want you here alone."
"I won't be alone! She's here."
His dad had to work but my mom would be downstairs on the computer.
"Yeah, I guess she's worried you might disrupt her classes. You know how you can be." He said dismissively. Leaning off the wall and heading for his room.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He chuckled and pushed open his door.
I chased his heels and shoved into the doorway as he tried to close it. Still huffing. "What exactly does that mean?"
"Really, Allie Kat?" He peered around the edge of his door to give me a skeptical look.
"What?" I snapped.
"You're going to chase a boy that you know wants to f**k you into his bedroom with your t**s hanging out?" His gaze moved from one ripe n****e to the other.
My brows shot up and I realized he was right. His sweater was still clutched in the fist I'd caught it with.
Mouth gaping, I reflexively yanked it over my head and stuck my arms in the sleeves. "Better?"
"Not nearly." He shook his head adamantly. "But it might help my hard on."
"Ah!" I tossed up my hands. "I'm going to my room."
"Want me to come?" He called tauntingly in a low voice.
His double meaning was clear.
I turned around and jutted my fists behind me. White-knuckled from wanting to punch him in his pretty face. "Yes! In your own face preferably!"
"Huh." He grunted. "Did that on accident once. Wasn't a fan."
"Ugh!" I tossed up my hands and stomped to my room.
"Be ready to go in an hour, Allie Kat. Or I'll tell your mom you were flashing me." He whispered down the hall.
Bringing me lurching to a stop. I rotated to face him. Eyes wide. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, I absolutely would." He nodded slowly. "And as evidence I'll describe to her how sweet your n*****s really are."
I flipped him off. Red hot from my toenails to my hairline. "You're the biggest-biggest..."
"d**k in town?" He offered with a grin.
"You wish!" I stomped into my room and slammed the door. Putting my back to it in utter relief that I could no longer hear his annoying, teasing voice.
For at least an hour.
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