Chapter FiveOn Monday, Greg and I were teamed up on an American History assignment. I suggested we research the subject individually, then meet up at my house on Friday afternoon to work on the finished project together.
“Maybe we could do a sleepover,” I suggested, trying not to let on that I had ulterior motives in mind. Ever since I face f****d Greg, and experienced the most powerful climax of my life, I’d found myself reconsidering f*****g him. I had yet to make up my mind on the idea, but it was pointless to take it off the table. It’s not like Terrence has shown any interest in popping my cherry, and why should I wait for him?
“A sleepover? What are we, fourteen year olds?” Greg scoffed at the idea with a roll of his eyes.
“You could come over Friday, after school. We can do our h
