Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

I felt all eyes on me Immediately I stepped out of my car, I parked my car on its usual space (at the parking space at the back of the big building). Was I overdressed or is my a.s.s showing through this pants of which I tied a pink jacket around my waist.

I kept my backpack on my car to untie the jacket and quickly wear it over this handles cropped shirt, that is tight against my skin, showing slight of my b.o.o.b.s. I wouldn't want Mr. Cuba or the guys perched on Thompson's car dripping at the sight of my b.o.o.b.s which is not oversized like Isobel's but normal and could hardly be seen in this shirt.

I looked over at the guys perched on Thompson's car whose mind was totally out of their body as they were busy staring at me unaware of the fact that they were making it obvious and at the same time sipping from a bottle of whatever it was.

Thompson pulled his big shirt open exposing his alcoholic belly to me and mouth: ALL GONE. I knew what he meant by that.

He unzipped his pants expecting me to look away of which I didn't, but raised a brow at them. He pulled his pants down and jerk his f.u.c.kstick. "All gone". He yells while his crew made a stupid loud noise in the name of laughing.

I raised my middle finger at them and watch as they looked at themselves surprised. "Dude this girl issa bitch". Nathan says thinking I didn't hear him as Thompson quickly zip his pants. "I agree with you on that". Taylor laughs. "But she is so mother f.u.c.k.i.n.g hot".