I don't like being the center of attention but when I receive it, I just head-on with it . The eyes on me were so much that I almost tripped. Immediately I stepped out of my car. parked it on its usual space (at the parking space at the back of the big building). Was I overdressed or is my ass showing through these pants which I tie a pink jacket around my waist.
I kept my backpack on my car to untie the jacket and quickly wear it over the handles' cropped shirt, that is a little tight against my skin, showing slight of my boobs. I wouldn't want Mr. Cuba or the guys perched on Thompson's car dripping at the sight of my boobs which are not oversized like Isobel's but normal and could hardly be seen in this shirt.
It's surprising to see Thompson's car parked not far from mine. Was it planned or was it one of his childish acts? I asked myself and looked over at the guys perched on Thompson's car whose minds were totally out of their body.
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.
When Thompson the dickhead got his senses back, he climbed on his car and pulled his big shirt open exposing his alcoholic belly to me and mouth: ALL GONE. I knew what he meant by that.
And unzipped his pants expecting me to look away which I didn't, but raised a brow at them. He pulled his pants down and jerked his fuckstick. "All gone". He yells while his crew made a stupid loud noise in the name of laughing.
I huff and raise my middle finger at them and watch as they look 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 fucking hot".