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James Why was it so hard to stop thinking about a girl that I knew was bad news for me? Kelly was so complicated. One second we're having sex and contemplating our relationship or lack thereof, and the next she's blowing Dexter a few hours after I had just seen her. It had been a week since I talked to her last and I couldn't f*cking concentrate to save my life. She was all I could think of, despite going on more dates with Lara and even getting a nice bl*w job from her on my last one. I couldn't even c*m without thinking of Kelly's tight little body. It felt dirty. I felt like a disgusting human being for thinking of her while I was getting blown by someone else, but my d*ck seemed to think that Kelly was his end game so, there's that. Michael had gone off on her over the phone after I got bummed out when I saw her walk out of Dexter's bedroom and she couldn't even look me in the eye. Neither of us had tried contacting th

Excitement bubbled in me as Monday rolled around. I had spent all day Sunday texting James and it seemed like he was back to normal after I had opened up about the whole Dexter situation. It was probably stupid that I was giddy over seeing him at school, but I couldn't help myself. He had seemed so overwhelmed when he was dealing with Pink Streak in all her drunken glory but after she was gone and we finally talked he seemed to relax with me. I had hoped he would come over Sunday, but he was busy with his family, so I didn't push it. I had put extra effort into myself just so that when he saw me, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about me. It was almost a relief to have him back after the hellish week I had avoiding him and taking sh*t from my mom about anything and everything. Our electricity got cut on Friday morning because we had not paid it. It took me all f*cking afternoon looking through a f*ck ton of mail to find the electric bill

I rubbed my temples and looked down at all of the numbers. We owed over fifteen grand in bills for the month and that wasn't even everything that was being paid for. Mom was tearing through the groceries like crazy, so I would need to go shopping soon again and I knew that we had streaming services that were being automatically drafted. I went over all of the bills and couldn't believe that half of them were credit card statements. Mom was online shopping and I didn't even notice half of the sh*t she bought. I had begun looking over the bills to figure out if I would be able to try out for the dance team and stumbled upon thousands of dollars worth of bills and rising blood pressure. I took a drink of my ice-cold soda and rubbed my eyes under my glasses. I had been sent home early from practice because my leg was still sore and I couldn't do sh*t. I also didn't want to be there. But now all I wanted was to escape the reality that I didn't k

I waited for her call from jail for hours. I sat in my room, staring down at my phone, anxiety crippling me. I was scared sh*tless. What in the hell would I do without her? How long was she going to be in jail? What she did was stupid, but would she be there long? It was her property. Did she do something else that would make her stay longer? I looked up her name on the jail's database over and over again, refreshing every few minutes to see everything she was being charged with and nothing popped up. Finally, at about three in the morning, I got the call from the jail and answered it immediately. "Kelly. Get me the f*ck out of here! I can't stay in here. Post my bail. My purse is hidden under the clothes in my closet by the shoes. I need a f*cking cigarette." "What did you do?" "I don't need stupid questions right now. Just bail me out and come pick me up." "How do I do that?" "God, why did I

The next morning I woke up and walked to my mom's bedroom. I don't know what I had expected to see, but when I found it exactly how it had been the day before I felt a twinge in my chest. I got dressed for school even if I felt like didn't want to go and texted James that I was going to take my mom's Range Rover to school instead of hitching a ride with him. I decided that it would be for the best in case I felt like complete crap like I did the day before then I could escape without witnesses. When I got to school I sat in my car and waited. The back still smelled pretty rank, but it beat having to go in. My dance coach had come up to me the day before and asked if I was going to make auditions after school. I missed them yesterday because of the crisis with Mom, but after seeing the bank account last night, I figured it couldn't hurt to do one thing I wanted. I hoped she would still let me audition even though I would be a day late. Dan