You stop, midstride.
"What, mom?" You want to get into Veronica's room quickly. You know Veronica is a 'bad girl', even though she goes to church. All of your friends are always talking about how cute your sister and her are, even for plain little freshmen.
Plain? Haha, if they only knew.
"Don't give me that tone, young lady!" Veronica's mom hisses at you.
"I thought you were sick, why are there clothes out here ?"
"Lisa stopped by just now, they're hers. She left them, she was just showing me them."
"Right... well, go lay down, I don't want you cranky for tonight. The Markinsons are coming over in a couple of minutes, and you know how I feel about them."
"Right, you want to impress them.." you mumble under your breath, walking back to Veronica's room.
"What?!"
"Nothing, mom!"
You close the door hard, and plop yourself onto the soft bed. You'd never been in Veronica's house, though you've picked up Lisa in the front. Veronica always seemed like a cute girl. You looked down over her body- your body- and saw that she was quite developed under her large clothes.
Sliding off of the tall bed, you stand infront of the vanity mirror near the door. You lean over, and twist the lock on the knob. You pull off the shirt and admire the surprisingly large breasts.
Laying back on the puffy bed, you remember what your mother had mentioned earlier. "The Markinsons are coming over, and you..."
The Markinsons. That would mean Jayson Markinson would be over.
Jayson Markinson... the most disgusting being on the planet, Veronica's mind thought. With his perfect little smile, and his tan, smooth skin, and his dimples and bright eyes. He's so perfect, he's so Jayson!
He was the most popular boy at your school, he swayed in and out of different groups, everyone liking him. He mostly stayed around Lisa's older brother, who was just like Jayson. Perfect.
Veronica never really had a reason for hating Jayson, she just thought how fake he was. He always acted like a perfect gentleman to her, and she knew he was secretly thinking about her. She always watches his dark green eyes as he talked to her mother, or father. They would flick over to her, for only a second.
Even though Veronica convinced herself that she hated Jayson, whenever his family would come over for dinner, she found herself worrying about looking good for him. Him! Jayson MARKINSON!
He would be over in fifteen minutes. You found yourself getting dressed in a cute, short dress, and make up. You made sure, though, to put on a push-up bra to eccentuate your clevage. You knew Jayson wanted you, and you liked to tease him. He never gave hints, but you could see it in your eyes.
The doorbell rings.
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