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Jason Davenport
I lay on a sofa in the living room. It'd been a while since I've had this much freedom. And it was nice.I'd left school an hour ago, getting home a full hour later because I'd decided to take my car for a spin.God, I missed this. Car, video games, leaving school late. . .And to top it all off, I didn't have to see Ashley's face for two whole weeks. What more could a guy ask for?All I needed now was alcohol and a good hard fuck.I started to plan the party I was going to throw tomorrow, making a mental list of all the girls that'd grovel if I asked them to my room.Girls that'd be up for a good fuck without batting an eyelid.I felt my cock begin to harden in anticipation, and I wondered if it was too late to throw the party tonight instead.Reaching for my phone, I slid into Rory's DM, asking if it'd be possible to throw a party tonight and still have lots of girls attend.As I was about to put my phone dow
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WARNING!!! TRIGGERING CHAPTER AHEAD!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!Amelia ForbesJason had been acting weird. I noticed it as soon as he opened the door for me earlier, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was exactly. Like in the living room just now, he'd suddenly decided that the sound of the lawn mower was distracting, and asked that we move to his room instead. As we walked up the stairs to the room, Jason giving me directions, I noticed in the shadow that he cast behind me that he'd stopped walking and I could feel him staring. What was he planning now? Another prank? That was honestly the last thing I needed right now. As we got to his semi messy bedroom, my eyes roamed for a good place to sit. Jason motioned to the bed. "Just sit there."My suspicion grew and I began to feel very uncomfortable.My dress rode up my thigh a little as I lowered myself onto the bed, and the strange look in Jason's eyes made me wish I'd
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Jason DavenportAs I banged the door behind me, I rested my back against it. My palms were very sweaty and I was breathing hard. Shit. What did I just do?There was a shitload of blood on the sheets.I swallowed. What if something had happened to her? What if I'd killed her?I'd be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out. . .Guilt poked me hard in my chest. But I hurriedly brushed it aside, shaking my head vigorously. This was Amelia Forbes here. Whatever happens to her, she deserves it. After all it's her fault that my mother wasn't here today.So who the fuck cares if she dies anyway? Brushing my fingers through my hair, I smoothened it out. I was only overthinking all of this. I just needed a smoke to calm myself down. Then relax and enjoy the party. Amelia would take care of herself. After all this was her mess.Casting the unnecessary guilt aside, I got into my car, heading to Rory's to discuss the party.
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Jason Davenport My mind wandered as I leaned on a wall in the hallway. Rory and I had finally decided to throw the party at his place instead, and it had been exactly what I needed. Yes, I'd felt uneasy in the beginning, but after I'd gone home and disposed of the bloodied sheets, I felt better. Better and ready to party. And so far, apart from a terrible hangover, everything was going really great.The project was due today, and we were each supposed to submit a written report about our experience working together. Of course Amelia would be writing for the both of us. But I hadn't seen the bitch today. I frowned, hoping she wasn't still sulking about the other day. God, that girl had to be the most dramatic one I'd ever met in my entire life. And she better not have told anyone shit. What would she say anyway? I wondered, smiling. No one would believe her. As if she had been hiding in the corners waiting for me to think of her, she eme
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Jason DavenportI sat in my room staring at the ceiling. I was bored. And there was nowhere to go. I'd played every video game I had over and over again, I didn't have soccer practice today, and I'd been to Rory's and Greg's twice in the last few days. On top of all that, Dad wasn't back yet. Not that it'd be any comfort if he was because he'd probably be at work by now. Contrary to my better judgement, I texted Dad everyday to make sure he was still alive. To make sure he was okay. And so far, it looked like they were having fun. I frowned. Of course they were having fun. It was obvious from Ashley's Instagram page-she literally uploaded every minute, from their bedroom view to every meal they were having to PDA. It was actually starting to get annoying. I was out here worrying about dad getting hurt, and he was somewhere in Paris having fun. Was he even worth it? I wondered. It was a pretty selfish thing he did-abandoning me like this
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Jason DavenportA knock interrupted me as I was about to start breakfast. Since Dad wasn't home I'd started the habit of taking my food upstairs to my room. And I was really starting to like it. I could lie down lazily on a chair, or even on my bed, my food in a tray, eating at my own pace and leisure. Dad would never had allowed me to do that. We always ate proper. Always on a dining table. But as I was alone, I'd started to indulge in little things I'd never done before."Come in!" I ordered, throwing a potato fry in my mouth. A servant walked in swiftly. "Mr and Mrs Davenport are on their way from the airport. Mr Davenport said to inform you."Oh. They were back. Finally. I breathed out slowly. Dad was okay. Nothing went wrong. "Okay," I responded, waving her away. She gave a short nod and walked out, clicking the door shut. I quickly downed the rest of my breakfast and jumped into the shower. I'd also resorted to sho
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Jason DavenportAshley was all smiles as she burst through the doors, clutching a huge pink shopping bag in one hand, and an oversize purse in the other. Dad walked in behind her, looking flushed. He shouted orders to the servants about the luggage in the limo. I examined Dad carefully to see if he showed any strange signs. Satisfied, I tore my gaze away and concentrated on my phone."Hey, Jason," Dad said loudly, grinning from ear to ear. "How've you been?" He asked. Despite myself, I felt a warmth spreading through my chest. As much as I hated to admit it, I kinda missed him. "Fine, dad. How was your trip?"He grinned a second time, handing me a huge box. From the weight I could tell it was video games. Tearing the box open, I procured video games and the latest PlayStation. My eyes widened in shock. My head shot up. "Dad!" He chuckled. "I knew you'd like it.""Thank you so much." I engulfed him in a hug. "Awww,"
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Amelia ForbesI sat outside the principal's office waiting for my turn to go in. I'd only ever been here once in my entire life. And that was when I'd been summoned to inform me of a scholarship I was eligible for.And now I was here again. Summoned my Mr Redmey-my English teacher. I didn't know what to expect so I waited.I just wanted everything to move by quickly so I could go. I let out a breath, slumping deeper into the very uncomfortable lobby chair. After a while of waiting, the office assistant walked out the door, her eyes roaming. There were about six students here-including me.She paused to put on her glasses. "Amelia Forbes?" She asked, twirling a pen in her hand. Slowly, I got to my feet. "That's me," I said, desperate for everything to be all over. This was not where I wanted to spend the rest of my day.A curious look came over my face as I walked into the office. The principal, Mr Redmey, Mrs Sandra, and basically all my teachers
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Jason DavenportI was still pissed as I scrolled through Ashley's instagram, as it reminded me of the failure I'd come to the last time I'd followed her. Sighing, I clicked my phone off and shoved it on the sofa. I let out a sharp breath, wondering where Rory was. I was at his house. His parents were on vacation so the house was free. Which was why we always chose Rory's house whenever we wanted to hang out, or throw a party. His parents were almost always gone.Rory had stepped out to get the pot and alcohol while we waited for the guys to arrive. I'd texted Adrian an hour ago and he'd said he was on his way. I groaned in agony. I hated waiting. And I really needed a cigarette right now. After a while, the sound of approaching guys talking and laughing let me know that they were here already. Finally.Adrian walked in first, deep in conversation with Greg about something I honestly didn't care about."Where are the cigarettes?" I groaned.
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