There’s no way I’d ever get one doing sports because the truth was, I hated anything other than walking.
I could walk for days, weeks, and months. I found it really therapeutic, and whenever life sucked a little too hard one day, I walked. It was what I lived for.
“Look around us, Lucy. You’ve got the nerds, and I hate to say this, but none of them even appeal to my intellectual side. You’ve got the jocks, who can barely carry on a conversation, no offense to your boy, of course. The rich assholes. The gangs, then of course the occasional druggie or user. There’s no one here that I want.”
Lucy sighed. “You suck big time. You make me feel like a horrible friend.”
“How the hell do I do that?”
“Because, all I can think about is Taylor’s hands and dick while you’re always working or studying.”
“It’s why we work, my friend. Now, stop being a loser and go after your man candy. Me, I’m heading to work.”
I hugged my friend, and Lucy gave a little moan. “I wish you were coming.”
“You have fun. Tell me all about it and take dozens of pictures for me. I’ll be there in spirit.” Pulling away, I winked at her before heading home.
It was not surprising my home was part of the wrong side of town, literally past the train tracks that ran just off the side of town.
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Elijah
New town. New beginning.
My leg seemed to taunt me as it pulsed. Three months ago, I’d worked at a city school, one of the tough ones that had a bad reputation, a lot of violence. I was the kind of guy who was used to being able to handle himself. Nothing bothered me. Then one day, I didn’t know if the kids were all on crack or some shit, but they just went fucking crazy. Knives came out, fighting erupted, and as I was trying to break up three kids, I got one to the side, one in the back, and the other fucking stabbed me in the leg.
Nearly died and after that, I was so fucking done.
So, moving to a town that had decent statistics for getting boys to scholarships through ball seemed a pretty good way to go. I’d intended to move at the first opportunity, but having the school pay for me to relocate was a bigger bonus.
They got me a house and all the necessary stuff to make it as smooth as possible.
Monday was the day I got to see the kids, and then everything would settle in smoothly.
As I pulled up outside the diner in town, it was dark, and I glanced through the windows to see it was busy, even though it was past seven.
Several women were walking around, dressed in uniforms and wearing fake smiles. So far, it was exactly like home, only not as busy.
I didn’t want to cook tonight, and takeout wasn’t something easily found in such a small neighborhood.
I’d visited the principal today, and he’d warned me that even though this place was small, there were bad parts as well. He even pointed it out on the map for me, telling me not to pass the damn tracks as that was where the trailer park was.
The town’s “rough folk.”
I’d gotten through the entire description of why they were bad people without rolling my eyes.
Stereotyping I was used to. It didn’t matter where you went in this world, people were always more than happy to tell you what they thought.
I never judged anyone by where they came from.
Most of the time, people were wrong.
Climbing out of the car, I locked the doors, pocketing the keys as I made my way inside.
There were a spare couple of seats in private booths, and seeing as I already noticed a lot of people watching me, I headed right to one of them.
I was the shiny new toy in this town, and people were curious.
Taking a seat, I grabbed the menu, buried my head, and just waited. Some time passed and I’d already looked over the menu.
“Hello, welcome to Randy’s Diner. What would you like to order? Or would you like a drink first?” The voice sounded chipper, and as I glanced up, it took me a moment.
The woman I was looking at was so fucking beautiful. Her raven hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, and some strands of hair had escaped and fell around her face. She had nice blue eyes, and they seemed to sparkle. The uniform she wore was tight against her body, highlighting large tits and wide hips.
Fuck me if my dick didn’t get hard just by looking at her. She was the kind of woman you could take home to Mom, but you also loved to have her in the bedroom and fuck until you couldn’t remember your own names.