When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(90)

Kennedy shakes her head no.

“Tell me,” she whispers into the dark.

My mind wanders back to that day as I stare off into the darkness of the night. I can even remember the smell in the air. You could smell the gasoline from the auto body shop from where I was standing and the distinctness of freshly cut grass. The night came flooded back to me all at once.

“Is she actually going to come out here?” Craig asked.

He’s talking about Shelly Sanders. I had been working on her for a few weeks in between my regular hook-ups. She’d been a hard nut to crack, but I was working her over quicker than I thought. She didn’t exactly run in our group. I could admit she was cute in those too baggy clothes, nerdy kind of way. Not my type for the most part. Good thing I only had one night planned with her in mind.

“Trust me, she’ll be here,” I responded with a slyness. I had invited her during our study date the other night. She seemed eager to come out with me tonight. When she had said yes, she jumped onto her feet laying a kiss on my cheek. There’s no way she wouldn’t show up tonight.

A few days back Craig and I had devised a plan---a stupid plan.

“Hey baby,” Amanda slid a hand around my waist pulling herself up on her toes to kiss me.

“Hey,” I rolled my eyes at her. We just started hooking up a few weeks back. She’s the hottest girl in our grade. She’s got a nice rack and loose legs. What more can a guy ask for?

“I can’t believe you assholes are actually going to go through with this. I’m a raging bitch, but even I know this is mean,” Amanda gave her opinion just as I unraveled her grasp from my waist.

“If you got such a fucking problem with it then you can get gone, sweetheart,” Craig chimed in. I laughed at his bluntness.

Amanda punched him in the arm then looked to me for what, I’m not sure. “You heard him. Get gone,” I demanded taking a few steps away from her towards the keg in the bed of Dan’s truck.

I filled my red cup to the top taking a long pull of beer. It’s refreshing and managed to calm my nerves. Deep down, I knew that Amanda was right---on both counts. She’s a bitch, but what we were planning was all kinds of wrong. Even I, someone who had zero conscious, knew that. It was too late. Shelly was making her way towards me with an innocent smile on her lips.

“Hey baby,” I shouted to get her attention gaining the watchful eyes of everyone else loitering around. I knew no one understood why Shelly was hanging around with us tonight, but soon enough they would.

“Hi,” she said shyly standing close enough to make it obvious that my hard work had paid off. She’s into me and all it took was a few brushes of my fingers across her hand and throwing a few sidelong smirks to her in the hallway to get her right where I needed her.

This all started when Shelly and I happened to be paired up in chemistry class to work on our labs together. She was smart and na?ve and easy to rile up. All I had to do was make a small sexual innuendo and she would be blushing like a school girl. After explaining to her I needed some extra help in class, she offered her help and I offered to give her an orgasm (Jokingly…because she was as pure as silk). I don’t think she was too opposed to the idea though. Even the innocent types have daydreams of getting off every now and then.

After everyone found out Shelly and I started working together on our homework every week the guys, mainly Craig, got this funny idea in their heads. Craig thought it would be funny to lead her on. Well more like have me lead her on and then when she’s good and infatuated drop the news that she was nothing but entertainment for me and my friends.

“You didn’t? Graham?” Kennedy stuttered breaking my train of thought in the middle of the story.

“I did and I’m not proud of myself, Ken. You have to know that,” I beg hoping with every fiber of my being that she will believe me.

“What happened next?” she asks needing to know more.

I continue on with my story hating myself more today than I did the day that it all happened.

The night continued like most of them do behind the high school. We got drunk listening to music. The girls huddled in the corner gossiping about whatever the hell girls talk about. The guys talked a bunch of bullshit and I took Shelly’s virginity in the back of my truck.

“Wanna go for a ride with me?” I remember asking Shelly. Craig was grinning like the Cheshire Cat behind her. He knew what was going to happen. He was in on the whole thing.

“Sure,” Shelly offered as I took her hand in mine guiding her to my truck. I opened the door. Apparently all of my gentlemanly manors weren’t completely gone. They liked to pop up whenever they deemed necessary, just never at the right time.

There’s a football practice field just down a small dirt path that leads to a wooded secluded area. It’s been used for hooking up for years. I’ve brought quite a few girls down here. Shelly was different. The other girls got a repeat performance, she wasn’t going to. This was a onetime thing strictly for entertainment.

I jumped out of the cab of the truck. Shelly followed after me sitting down on the blanket that I had spread out in the back for us. I grabbed her hand entwining our fingers together. She looked forward giddy with anticipation as her cheeks blushed. I’ve kissed her a few times, just small contrived kisses here and there. Nothing too hot and heavy, but they all served their purpose.