The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: A LITTLE PRESENT FOR DRAKEY

Abigail

"Abby, Holy shit. You have to see this."

Annette’s socks appeared in my vision, then her knees as she dropped down beside me, her laptop balanced in both hands.

"If it’s some bad news, I might need another thirty seconds with this ice cream." I mumbled, clutching my tub of ice cream like my life depended on it.

As if almost getting frisky with my boss wasn’t enough, Drake and Alicia had the mother-flipping guts to threaten me.

How the mighty had fallen.

Why did they want a meeting with him so bad?

"It’s not bad news." She turned the screen toward me. "I looked into Alicia Duke."

I took the laptop, scanning through a grid of images. They were pulled from what looked like old social media archives. I scrolled further down, the images got blurry and older until I paused over a particular picture.

There was a skinny girl, her hair tied in pigtails, round oversized glasses perched on her nose and there was a gap between her front teeth as she gave a very familiar toothy grin at the camera. Behind her was a building with the words Malcolm Middle school.

"Didn’t you attend Malcolm Middle school?" Annette asked, nudging my shoulders. We hadn’t attended the same middle school.

"No way." I gasped, bringing the screen closer. That was Alicia? "She’s Skinny Lee."

Annette snickered. "She’s what now?"

"Skinny Lee." I turned the laptop back toward her and pointed. "That’s what everyone called her. She was a year below me, I didn’t even know her actual name. She was just skinny Lee. She mostly kept to herself... well until she didn’t."

Annette pulled the laptop back, squinting at the photograph. "What did she do?"

I dug the spoon into the ice cream. It was a stupid party Portia had thrown when her parents weren’t home. I had told Meemaw I was going to the library and had snuck to Portia’s party instead.

I couldn’t even remember what had caused the fight. All I knew was we were screaming at each other one moment while everyone around us called her Skinny Lee.

She got furious and messed up saying "At least my parents didn’t die because of me. Your parents died because they couldn’t stand having someone like you!"

I hadn’t even joined in calling her names yet she at poked at my innocent dead parents.

She had said so with that toothy grin and those ridiculous glasses. "Your mom was so dumb, she got killed by her own car,"

My fifteen-year old head had exploded in anger. What I had done was locate the nearest bucket of beer, which was large and full and very cold, and introduce her face to it.

"Keep my parents out of your thin mouth."

She had tried fighting but I fought harder, we pretty much ruined Portia’s garden.

"Damn, I’m sure you gave her a good thrashing," Annette chuckled when I told her. "So she’s been holding a grudge since what, you were fifteen?"

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