After school, I had watched Callan walk into the principal’s office. I’d been waiting in the hallway for almost an hour now for him to come out with his hair all ruffled and that stupid s*x-smirk on his face.
I wanted to see the girl he had decided to f**k in my place.
Who is it? Nicole, the head cheerleader? Maybe it is another good girl like me?
Who is it? Nicole, the head cheerleader? Maybe it is another good girl like me?Pacing the hallway, I held my backpack straps tightly in my hands and shook my head.
This can’t be happening. This really can’t f*****g be happening.
This can’t be happening. This really can’t f*****g be happening.He had to be in there with another student, f*****g her the way he had f****d me.
Doubts about the past three weeks raced through my head. What the f**
