GILROY - A Hudson (top ten books to read .txt) 📗

you on Monday." He waited as I backed towards the sliding doors and turned. I subtly glanced up at the surveilance screen to see him watch me leave before he was ushered behind the counter. Fifteen.

We had spent the last of our day decorating Ethan's dorm door. And, we'd found our way around the lock on his door. At first I protested for us to not enter. Dee almost saw reason until two girls walked past and eyed me up and down. Just in earshot, I could hear them whisper about me 'assuming' I deserved Ethan's attention. In hinde sight, I should have just walked away to cease the spread of rumours. But, I concluded that if Ethan had it in for me for the last of my schooling life, I should make it worthwhile. I picked up the box of condoms and toilet paper. "Let's do this." And Dee broke into a smile. "There she is!" I pushed the door open and a wave of cologne hit me. The scent was strong enough to taste. I felt the urge to gag as I walked to the centre of the room. Dee wasn't far behind me as she dropped the box behind me. "I suspected he never showered but this? This is a whole different shower." She held her tops collar over her mouth and nose. The room was still dark so I reached out to find the window. I touched something rough and slightly tattered. "I think it's here somewhere." I could here Dee shuffle somewhere nearby me. "What are you looking for?" Then I heard the sound of a doona being impacted. "I'm looking for the curtain to shine some light on the situation. Anyways, sounds like you found the bed of the devil." I could hear her chuckle. Finally, I found the draw string for the curtain and tugged it. Light flooded into the room and blinded us both. Once our visions came to, we could not believe our eyes. Dee slipped off of the bed. "What. The. Actual. Fuck." 

 

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Publication Date: 02-25-2013

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Dedication:
My mum who got me into reading and laughed at my stories and acting. To mates who cheered me on and catapulted ideas and food at me over all meals. And to my brothers who have been there every step of the way. And my dog for leaving her malted hair and muddy paw prints all through my bed.