Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend 26 26 All Gone!

I kept my backpack on my car to untie the jacket and quickly wear it over the handles cropped s.h.i.+rt, that is a little tight against my skin, showing slight of my b.o.o.bs. I wouldn't want Mr. Cuba or the guys perched on Thompson's car dripping at the sight of my b.o.o.bs which is not oversized like Isobel's but normal and could hardly be seen in this s.h.i.+rt.

It's surprising to see Thompson's car parked not far from mine. Was it planned it or was it one of his childish act I ask myself and looked over at the guys perched on Thompson's car whose mind 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 d.i.c.khead got his senses back, he climbed on his car and pulled his big s.h.i.+rt 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 jerk his f.u.c.kstick. "All gone". He yells while his crew made a stupid loud noise in the name of laughing.

I huff and raised my middle finger at them and watch as they looked at themselves surprised. "Dude this girl Issa b.i.t.c.h". 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 f.u.c.king hot".