I couldn't help but think of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar when I heard those words: "He thinks too much: such men are dangerous." Sheriff Brown managed to terrify me, despite the fact that he had never previously had such an effect on me before Sharon came around.Now, what was it that he desired?When I entered Sharon's house with her father, I made a conscious effort not to give off the impression that I was as terrified as I actually was. When I was in her room with her just ourselves, it did not have the same ambiance as the rest of the house. Sheriff Brown entered the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and then removed a can of beer from the back of the shelf."Williams, please take a seat." While Sheriff Brown sat back in a recliner, I sat on the edge of the couch cushion and pondered whether or not it was possible for my balls to find their way back into my body after I had finished going through puberty. They damn well gave the impression that they were attempting to. bit Sherif
Page following:I responded with "Okay," thanks. What else could I possibly say? I mean, really. I made an effort to concentrate and get my mind in the right place. I even tried not to think about what I was going to do if he flat-out prohibited me from being in her room or whatever, but that was an even harder scenario to fathom than the one I was trying to avoid thinking about."When Sharon first told me about you coming over last night and ending up in her bed, my initial thought was that you belonged on the blasted couch. She told me that you ended up in her bed. If you find yourself in need of a place to stay, I won't refuse you shelter under any circumstances, but the bed in my daughter's room is not an option.When I tried to picture myself sleeping on their couch in the basement while Sharon was upstairs in her room, my eyes rolled down to my feet, and I took a deep breath as I did so. I didn't care for it very much, but at least he didn't keep me in the dark for an excessivel
As soon as she was no longer within earshot, we burst out into fits of laughter."I have never heard that word before," remarked Sheriff Brown, "but I don't think I approve."I snickered."I probably ought to go talk to her or something, don't you think I ought to?""At your own risk," was the response he gave me. "Though I think it's really me that she's pissed at."After taking a moment to compose myself by taking a big breath, I stood up from the table and headed toward the stairs. I conducted some additional preparation, including some deep breathing, before I knocked on her door because I saw that it was closed.“What?” "Can I come in?"“No.”"Aw, come on, Ruth," I prompted her to say. After she failed to acknowledge my knock, I repeated it once again. I started knocking to a beat, playing a little hip-hop rhythm on her bedroom door till she finally flung it open and glared at me again. She ignored me, so I started knocking to a beat, playing a little hip-hop rhythm on her bedro
The morning of a Friday.I absolutely adore every single Friday.On Fridays when Ruth walked into school with me, it was the best day of the week by a factor of ten, fucking times better than any other Friday that had ever taken place in my life.After she exited my vehicle, I slung my arm across her shoulders and sneered at her as I led her inside the building. I did this while she was looking at me sideways. It seemed as though the huge number one that was painted on my chest was radiating like a blasted lighthouse beam as a number of people came up to me and wished me luck in the game that was being played tonight. The way in which it pulled people to me would lead you to believe that it was. It caused a pleasant tingling sensation all throughout my body, and the fact that Ruth was there to share it with me elevated the experience to an even higher level of awesomeness.When we stopped there, people flocked around my locker, and I pulled Sharon close to me while they chattered abou
I fumbled through the words, "I...um...borrowed the key," as I spoke. Okay, I admit that I didn't give much thought to the possibility of her moving in that path; but, what exactly was the big deal?She cried after him, "Borrowed the key?" Oh man, whenever she wanted to scream, she could do it. "Whose key did you borrow?"I began my sentence with, "There is a master key..." I went and fetched it from the office so that I could...um...repair your locker...Suddenly, the entire thing didn't seem as brilliant of a concept as it had when it was first proposed. "Oh my GOD!" The hands of Sharon went up into Sharon's hair. "I have no idea how you could have done it. Williams, how could you even think that? How could you possibly go through all of my belongings in such a careless manner? Without so much as a question? Seriously?”My entire body began to shiver, and I began to experience the eerie, tingling sensation that I occasionally had whenever my father was in one of his moods. I felt a
“Shutout! These jackasses don't deserve any fucking points! I yelled. I gestured in the direction of my defense team. "European defense tonight. You cretins force them to the sides, and then you drive right through the centre of the formation; there are no crossovers. I'll take care of things from that point on."Paul interjected, "You've got it," when the topic was brought up again.If Fred and Holder could just do their jobs, everything would be OK.Both of them shouted "Fucking A!" at the same time."Frankie, if you get called for offside one more time during this game, I will personally kick your ass in the locker room after the game is over." You hear what I'm saying, right? Don't throw away the motherfucking ball. Continue to support the defenders.""Whatever you say, captain," the ensign said. He smiled at me in a peculiar manner, but I paid no attention to it.“Ethan.” I looked up at the first-year student who was sitting on the ground next to the door to the changing rooms an
I stood there and watched him pull away from the parking lot before turning around and walking back to the field. The entire time, I was thinking about what the hell I was going to tell Sharon. I probably could have told her the truth because she already had some of the information, but I chose not to do so. It was important to me that she didn't find out what her father had to say about her.I gave my head a shake, and raindrops escaped from my hair and landed on the ground below.There was no question in my mind that I would not be ditching her tonight. Before my father was due to return, I had the full week to myself. In the event that my relationship with Ruth had to end before that point, I intended to make the most of the upcoming week.When I looked at my phone, there was a message from Maxwell asking where I had been. After jogging the remaining distance to the spectator stands, I hastily typed a response and then arrived there.When I arrived back to Sharon, I didn't feel lik
She smacked my arm, but all I could do was smirk because Ruth's warm little body was pressed up against mine on a teeny-tiny couch, so she had to be extra near. I didn't really give a fuck about it, but I did simply smirk anyhow. As I shut my eyes, my arm was encircling her torso, and I held it there.She mumbled something about it being inevitable. "Figures," "Mitts is going to be sitting on the bench anyway."During the course of our meal together, I grilled her with numerous inquiries concerning her mother and life in Minneapolis. I wasn't sure how I should feel about the fact that she missed her old house, but it was clear that she did. I still wanted to take the dicks off the two bastards who had done that shite to her, but at the same time, I was relieved that she was here with me now.Now.For the time being.Shit.My muscles were still incredibly painful, and I felt like absolute garbage, but I knew that I had to tell her about what my father had said the previous evening. I r