Hey all! This chapter is much longer and I hoped you enjoy. The new chapter will be out soon.
~Taryn
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Kim woke up the next morning in her bed with the sunlight beaming in her face. She sat upright and rubbed her eyes, cursing herself for not closing the blinds last night. 'Wait, how did I even get home last night?' she asked herself. Shit. She couldn't remember anything that happened. This was strange considering she only had two beers or whatever that alcoholic substance was and some punch.
She glanced over at the dresser near her bed and saw the white piece of paper being held down by a glass of water. She picked it up and read the contents of the note. Apparently Justin brought her home last night and he hoped her hangover wouldn't be too bad in the morning. She didn't have a hangover. In fact she felt fine even though most of the night had been one big, gigantic blur. She groaned as she pulled back the covers and got out of bed.
She walked out of her bedroom just in time to see her landlord walking out of her mother's bedroom putting his belt back on. He quickly gave her a once over before she closed her tattered robe to veil her body from his view. She noticed him lick his lips before saying hello and walking out of the small apartment. 'Asshole,' she thought with hatred. Kim rolled her eyes and walked over to the kitchen and searched for any food source they had. Nothing.
She blew out a frustrated breath and walked over to her mom's room and knocked on the door. "Mom, we don't have anymore food," she yelled out. Her mother didn't answer so she twisted the doorknob and walked inside. She immediately smelled the sex that still remained in the air and pinched her nose to keep out the invading aroma. She saw her mom sitting on the bed painting her nails and smoking a cigarette as if the fact that she just had sex for money was unimportant.
"Oh, hey honey! I didn't know you were awake," she said in a gravelly voice. She cleared her throat and patted the side of the bed. "Have a seat." She offered before taking another drag of the cigarette.
"I don't think so. I know what you and Mr. Morrison were doing so I'll sit down after you burn these sheets," Kim replied. Her mom just giggled like some teenage school girl.
"We don't have anymore food," Kim continued. Her mom nodded her head before releasing cigarette smoke from her nostrils and reached into the pocket of her jacket.
"Here. What time do you have to be to work?" Her mom asked after throwing a wad of cash at Kim. Kim looked at the money and counted: two hundred dollars. It disgusted her that her mom was degrading herself like this. She felt even more awful knowing her mother was doing these things because she didn't want her living in a homeless shelter again.
"11:20. I agreed to take over Maria's shift tonight so I won't be home until 10:00," Kim replied. Her mother turned to look at her watch and arched one of her ebony eyebrows.
"You better go get ready. It's already 10:30," her mother exclaimed. Kim nodded her head and left the bedroom. She slowly walked down the hall and into their small bathroom. 'Hopefully Justin can take me to work," she thought with a sigh.
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Justin lay across his bed with his eyes glued to the ceiling and his fingers clasped behind his head. He kept replaying the events from the previous night. It had seemed so dreamlike, but he knew it really happened. He almost fucked his best friend. No, he wouldn't have fucked her; he would have made love to her.
The more he thought about her, the harder it became to deny the fact that he had feelings for Kim beyond the "
Friend's Zone
." He thought of her smooth skin that felt like the softest silk and the smell of her body wash that drove him crazy. He wanted to be with her so bad, to feel her body writhe underneath his as she cried out in pleasure.
"No! You have no right thinking like that. She's your best friend and for a long time she was your only friend. Don't lose her because you want to make drastic decisions with your dick. She deserves better," his logic chastised.
"Then why did last night feel so right? Last night I felt something with her that I've never felt with any other girl. That has to count for something," he countered aloud. He continued his debate with himself for several minutes before he heard a knock on his door. His stepfather stood in the doorway with the house phone pressed against his massive chest.
"Hey sport. Kim's on the phone and she wants to know if you can drop her off at work," his step dad exclaimed. Justin felt his heart flutter at the mention of her name. 'Jesus fucking Christ! Get a hold of yourself,' he told himself. He couldn't face her just yet. Not when there was a high risk of him doing or saying something that could have a huge impact on their friendship.
"Tell her I'm asleep." Justin replied. He noticed his stepfather's look of confusion before he finally brought the phone back up to his ear.
"Hey Kim! He's asleep right now but if you'd like I could take you." His stepfather stated into the phone while still eye balling his stepson carefully. "Don't be ridiculous you're never a bother," he said a moment later. His stepfather listened to the other person on the phone before saying, "I'll be there in a flash" and hanging up. He walked further into Justin's room.
"You want to explain why I just lied to Kim for you?" his step dad asked, narrowing his eyes at Justin.
"I just don't feel like taking her today. End of story," Justin replied.
"You sure that's it?" His stepfather asked unconvinced with the answer he received.
"Why do you think I have some ulterior motive?" Justin accused in an annoyed tone. He didn't want to talk about his problems with Steve. Even though he thought his stepfather was a pretty cool guy sometimes, he didn't want to spill out his guts and come off as some softy or lovesick loser.
"Well maybe it's because out of the four years that I've known you, you've never lied to Kim, but now all of a sudden you're avoiding her. That makes me question the answer you just gave me," His step dad retorted while crossing his arms over his chest. Justin scoffed loudly and rolled off the bed. He walked over to his dresser avoiding his stepfather's glare.
"I'm not avoiding her, Steve. I just don't feel like taking her to work okay. Just leave it alone." He replied as he took out a long-sleeved shirt and began putting it on. Steve exhaled loudly and shrugged his shoulders before walking out of the room. He was pulling the door closed, but before it closed all the way he spoke out.
"Don't think you're off the hook. We're talking about this later." Before Justin had time to reply the door was closed. 'Shit,' he thought.
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Mackenzie had barely gotten out of the shower when she heard her doorbell ring. She quickly dried some of her soaking hair until it was damp and wrapped her soft cotton towel around her naked frame. She ran downstairs and towards the front door and without looking to see who was on the other side, she opened it.
"Well isn't that a sight to see. You know I like it when my girls are all wet and ready for me," the guy said in an amused tone. Mackenzie rolled her eyes at him and let him in.
"John as much as I love your sense of humor, I'm not in the mood for it right now," Mackenzie stated while walking into the kitchen.
"I take it someone didn't get any dick last night."
"Well you guessed right." Mackenzie didn't even see him come near her, but she felt him pick her up and place her on the counter. He held onto the sides of her waist and stepped in between her legs.
"Well why didn't you say something, Mackey? You know I'd be more than willing to give you what you need," he said huskily. Mackenzie leaned down so that her lips were mere inches from his.
"I don't need you to give me pleasure. That's my vibrator's job and after I get Justin I won't even need that anymore," she exclaimed. She pushed his body away from hers. He smiled at her as she hopped off the counter as gracefully as she could.
"I don't think your vibrator is doing a good enough job. Pardon me if this sounds rude, but you still act like a bitch," he replied.
"Oh Johnny boy are you upset that a girl like me would never in her right mind go for a guy like you," she teased.
"A girl like you? Honey, you're not that sexy. Believe me, thinking of you naked gets me hard in like five minutes tops, but someone like Kim can get me hard like that," he said snapping his fingers. He knew he hit a sore spot when he saw her lips curl in anger. He had a habit on getting on people's nerves and he found it quite entertaining most of the time.
"Don't you ever compare me to that skank," she said viciously.
"If she's a skank, then what are you? I mean you try to act all high and mighty like you were unanimously voted Miss Alpha Bitch. You try to strut your shit all around town like you're fucking Marilyn Monroe or something. Newsflash sweetie, guys like curves not stick figures, but I'm sure you'll have no problem paying for your missing parts. If I were you I'd start with the obvious like your tits and the barely there ass. Then you should move on to something a little more advanced like a personality transplant. You've probably slept with over half the male population in school so correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't that make you a whore," John stated matter-of-factly. Mackenzie rolled her eyes and brought her hand over to her mouth to imitate a yawn. She walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Evian water.
"I'm not a whore. I just like sex. There's a difference."
"You wanna clue me in on what that difference is," John asked skeptical of her reasoning.
Mackenzie giggled but for some reason it sounded extremely evil coming from her. She took a swig of the bottle and set it on the counter.
"I thought you Asians were supposed to be super geniuses. The difference between me and Kim is simple. She sleeps with men for money and I don't. I do it simply for the enjoyment," she replied.
"Well she wasn't going to make me pay," John exclaimed. Mackenzie rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day and took another drink from the water bottle.
"That's because she wasn't feeling like herself. A side effect from those drugs," she stated before bringing the bottle back up to her lips.
"Well she didn't make Lover Boy pay either," John exclaimed before grabbing an apple and rubbing it against his shirt. Mackenzie almost choked on her water. She stared up at him and arched one of her fair-haired eyebrows.
"What are you talking about? Did that bitch sleep with my man?" she asked in a hysterical and accusatory tone. She set her bottle of water on the counter and prepared to receive an answer.
