Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Joseph's POV:

I was furious. No. I don't think furious was the word. But it was the first word that came to mind. I knew what could calm me down, Debbie. Not her, she talked too much. What she was willing to offer. I quickly dialed her number. I had some how put it on speed dial, at this point I really didn't care. I was grateful it even turned out that way.

"Hello there..." She purred after picking on the first ring. Almost like she was waiting for me to call. Almost.

I smiled, she would definitely erase my anger.

"Took you long enough to call." She said in her seductive voice again. She sounded relieved, like she almost thought I wouldn't call.

"I know.. I was busy with stupid stuff." The anger coming back when I remembered the picnic. I was still in the picnic grounds, shit. I needed to leave before someone, meaning her parents comes out to give me one filmsy excuse about their daughter's behavior. I didn't want to hear it.

"Listen, are you busy?" I asked her quickly.

"Why? You need some place to hide?" She asked again. Her tone was laced with seduction and amusement.

I almost barked at her in annoyance, but I bit my tongue at the last minute.

"What do you think I want, babe?" I asked in my own seductive tone. Throwing in the word babe for special effects. And I know it would come back and bite me in ass, but for now, it'll have to do.

"I'm out, at the mall.. meet me there.." she grew a bit serious now, the seductive tone never left.

I almost groan, I didn't want to go to the mall. Not like I was a whining child, but going there meant a few forever hours going through the same clothes over and over again. Not exactly what I was thinking when I called her.

"I know what you are thinking... We'll move to my place after that." She literally purred the last part.

I smiled, she did know her stuff.

"I'll be there." I say, I disconnect the call immediately, as much as her voice was seductive, it was bordering irritating too. Especially to an angry person.

I flagged down a cab. Telling him to go as fast as possible. I know I looked like a girl who heard her favorite designer just dropped his latest fashion line, and I wanted to be the first to pick it up. I rolled my eyes.

Relaxing into the seat, I knew I was approximately five minutes away. My eyes closed and I heard her voice, her angry voice. It was different from the one she used to awkwardly ask me if I wanted to be friends, I shunned her because I knew it was her duty. But she was clearly forcing out the words, because she was trying to be student body president. So I cut her off, gave her an easy way out. I rejected her friendship proposal so it won't be too hard on her. But she cried. I felt kind of bad, but remembering the things she said to me... I got angry. Again.

My feet found their way inside. I was very aware of the girls that stared. When my eyes met with anyone, I gave them my charming smile. Allowing them to boost my self confidence before I could face Debbie. Not like what Carolyn said had any effect on my self confidence anyway.

I heard someone clear their throat rather loudly. I found I was staring at a particular girl and giving her a charming smile, unknowingly. But she was a blushing mess. Her friends looked ready to burst with excitement. I sheepishly turned to Debbie. She looked annoyed.

One and half hour of making Debbie see that I wasn't really staring at the girl, we were in the milkshake place. We sat opposite each other. That's not what I wanted, I wanted to go to her house and do stuff, but she wanted to be here.

"What on Earth are they doing here?" She suddenly said, breaking out from talking about the thing she was talking about. I wasn't really listening.

"Who?" I asked, making my disinterest known, but either she didn't recognize it or she was ignoring it.

"Them" she pointed with her head. I followed, i didn't see anyone of interest, just two regular girls eating.

"They are best friends with candy lady. She has to be here too." She explained after she must have seen my confusion.

My eyes quickly scanned everywhere, hoping to see her, even if I knew she was at the picnic. I felt a bit disappointed anyway.

"Stop staring at them!" She snapped.

I quickly brought my eyes to her, and smiled.

"Why don't we leave here?" I asked while leaning towards her. Lowering my voice, for better effect. And it worked. I saw her momentarily change of posture. She snapped back immediately.

"I just remembered!! I forgot to buy the purse!! How could I have forgotten, it was the most important one!" She cried.

I sighed heavily. The burden I had to bear, for a thirty minutes enjoyment, was it worth it. As soon as I saw the titties bouncing in my face, yup, very worth it.

"Let's go." I said smiling.

"You are so sweet." She said.

I helped her carry her bag from her shoulder, letting my hand brush her breast, even allowing it to linger for a few seconds. Yeah, very worth it.

Half an hour later, she was clung to me, every inch of her body was on mine, and we were walking... Or trying to walk to my car. I didn't know how to walk like that, but something pushed me, gave me strength. Not her breasts pushed into my face. I'm certain it was the milkshake, very good for the health.

My eyes strayed to the other side of the parking lot. She looked sad. She was getting inside her friends car. I felt guilty. Instantly anything that had inflated because of Debbie, deflated. I felt seriously sad, and guilty. I didn't even know why. I wanted to go after her, but I couldn't, because why would I?

"Baaabbeee? Why did you stop?" She whined again.

I didn't answer. I just dropped her. Trust me it was hard. Almost like untangling three hundred ear phones. But I did it. I pushed her away.

Calling a cab, I run. Run away from her. Run away from the feeling of sadness, the overwhelming feeling of guilt.

I didn't know where I was heading to, I didn't care where. I just ran.

All the while thinking, I just ditched a free fuck that I worked hard for.