Twenty
I skipped class. It was the first time in four years. But hey, I was on a role with first time experiences this week.
My first o****m had been out in the middle of a dark street.
My loss of virginity had been on the hood of a car.
My first b*****b had been in a room full of strangers.
On the scale of badass, playing hooky from the final few days of my senior classes was peanuts.
I rolled over on my mattress and winced. I was still a bit sore despite Owl’s soothing bath and massage. Sorer than my p***y were my feelings.
I scratched at the irritation in my chest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hawk looking at me while he f****d that girl. His expression unreadable but holding me still, making sure I watched. I could no longer tell if I was hurt that he’d f****d her in front
