Continuing directly from the end of Chapter 2. Thank you all for your comments and critiques. :)
I..am..so..sorry. G.G. cries through broken sobs. Anger and sadness paint my features as I look at her.
Silently willing her to tell me why. To give me some sort of explanation of how Ashley is ok, of how shes just
sleeping. I hear a small whimpering and I realize its coming from me and I start to cry fresh tears. What is
your name? I ask her, a steely calm coating my voice, in spite of the tears flowing from my eyes.
Sam and his three hockey teammates had been at the bar for over three hours.Tabitha with her friend Dawn entered and sat down at a table nearby.Neither Sam nor Tabitha knew each other, but that was about to change.
Dawn, an artwork of beauty, passed by the table, flicking her long dark brown hair over her shoulder.All four sitting at a round table nearby forward tilted their heads to get a glance of her tight curvy ass cheeks snuggling inside her full length denim jeans.Bobs eyes fixating on her long legs right down to her gold sequin shoes.Steve panting and thinking of what shes wearing underneath, if anything.
When I was sixteen years old, one my dads old drinking buddies said to me, one day, Son, you probably dont realise it now, but these are the best years of your life. Once you finish school, its all downhill from there. Mark my words on that. My heart kind of sank when he told me that, and I thought, You mean, this is as good as it gets?