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336 pages, Hardcover
First published August 4, 2015
A woman with one of the most unfortunate faces I've ever seen--eyes too close together, nose too long, serious lack of a chin, and the kind of buckteeth I didn't know still existed after the advent of orthodontics--enters with her equally ugly son, who's either suffering from severe ADHD or he's just done a line of coke. The woman is wearing pink, and I mean pink, lipstick on her buckteeth in addition to her lips.
We have the quiet nerds with backpacks twice as thick as they are, twitching with anxiety at the mere possibility of socialization; the skaters, who haven't received the memo that wearing your pants below your ass was never cool; and the band geeks huddled together wearing their letterman jackets. Why they give letterman jackets to the band is something I will never get.
After school, it was either jerk off in the shower or get out of the house and do something productive.
She is kind of hot. If I made a move on her it would definitely piss Sheila off. That would be very bad. For both of us. I don't mind pissing Sheila off., but I don't want Cara to suffer Sheila's wrath because of me. But then again, she does have a nice rack.
"Can we talk about something else? Who are you screwing this week?" I ask Marcus.
"You ever think of asking Cara?" I ask.
"Cara? Well, yeah Man, her tits! I'd love to hit that, but there's no way. She's too smart to fall for my shit."
The oldest Child of the Corn has changed into jeans and a shirt that's staining agains her ample chest, I realize she's hot. She steps in my path, pulls a merger out of her purse, takes my hand, and writes her number. Then she takes my index finger in her mouth and sucks on it. If that little finger-sucking display is any indication of how fun she might be, perhaps I will call her. (And this was while he was in a relationship with Sheila)
"For your information, I am having sex with someone, mind-blowing acrobatic sex, but that has nothing to do with breaking up with you, it's just a bonus. And it's not that goth chick."
I towel off as I casually stroll over to the pile of clothes. I can do this. I can face my dad. I pick out a pair of jeans and some boxers, pulling them on without bothering to shield my nakedness from him. I have a sneaking suspicion my d*ck is bigger than his. Sure enough, he turns away, boosting my confidence.