The public library wasn’t crowded just like I expected. I guess I was the only one who actually cared about studying. Mr. Syler didn’t have to help me, but he’d said yes, which was a huge relief. I had plans after high school. I wanted to go to college, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to study law, medicine, or business. It was all really confusing. Not to mention that having wet dreams about a guy who was way older than me, and totally hot, was also confusing.At eighteen and on the verge of graduating, I should have been partying with people my own age, making out, having sex with guys. The biggest problem was I didn’t like any of my peers. They were total douchebags, immature, and didn’t actually know how to talk to a girl unless it was using some lame pick-up line. I’d heard several of the guys bragging about how they’d fucked one of the girls in my class, and not only that, they’d rated her. What kind of asshole rates a woman on how good she was in bed?Yeah, the guys my age were t
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