Free The Bad Boy Next Door: Lance & Chastity by Devon Hartford Page B

day.
    Sadly, she’s like this every day.
    I need to ask my boss Mr. Molton for more hours at Marble Slab so I can move out yesterday .
    My thoughts drift to Lance as I lazily skim the pool.
    I didn’t see his motorcycle outside and his Dad didn’t say anything about where he might be. What’s he doing right now? Is he thinking about me while he does it? I wish I knew. Just because he broke into my bedroom last night and came all over me doesn’t mean he’ll be back tonight or tomorrow. He doesn’t exactly look like the type. My shoulders slump at the thought.
    I hope I’m wrong about him.
    Grunting from Lance’s backyard catches my attention.
    I edge my way toward the fence.
    The grunting continues.
    I try to peek through the slits between the fence boards, but all I see is shrubs. I could start hopping to get a view over the fence and the tall shrubs, but I can imagine Mom yelling at me to stop snooping.
    More grunting. It sort of sounds like Lance. But I can’t be sure.
    “Fuck yeah.” Grunt . “That’s it, bitch. Just like that.” Grunt .
    My eyes goggle.
    He’s got to be kidding.
    “Fuuuuuck yeaaaaaah.”
    Is he having sex with someone? In his backyard? Hours after forcing his way into my bedroom?
    This is ridiculous!
    I’m going to kill him!
    I work my way toward the fence, pretending to skim the pool. I still can’t see ship through the fence and the shrubs. I move toward the side of the house so Mom can’t see me unless she comes outside. Then I hop. I can’t get enough height with the skimmer in hand, so I lay it down quietly on the patio and hop again.
    All I see is the top of Lance’s head and his bare shoulders. I hop again. His muscles flex impressively. Another hop. His body goes up and down rhythmically. So does mine, but only because I keep hopping like a pogo stick. I must look ridiculous.
    “Fuck yeah,” he hisses.
    He is definitely having sex with someone but I can’t see who. Up, down. Up, down.
    I’m enraged. I have to know who he’s with.
    I try to get a better look. Hop. Hop. Hop.
    I’m also a little bit turned on, which enrages me further.
    So I stop hopping and grab the skimmer and scoop a wad of wet leaves from the pool and throw them over the fence at Lance in a wet lump.
    “What the fuck?” he blurts.
    Direct hit! I throw another netful of leaves. Serves him right.
    “Hey!” A second later, his head hops above the fence between two shrubs. “Chastity?” hop “Is that you?” hop .
    I almost laugh at how stupid he looks hopping up and down. But I’m too mad to laugh. “Yeah it’s me.” I scoop up more leaves and time my fling so it hits him in the face on the next hop. Smack! “Jerk!” Still too mad to laugh.
    “What the fuck are you doing?”
    “What the frick are you doing?” I’ve got another net load ready, holding the pool skimmer like a Valkyrie holds a spear before charging into battle.
    Two shrubs suddenly shake above the fence like someone is climbing up them. Lance’s face appears between them a second later.
    I smack him in the face with the net. One wet leaf sticks to his face.
    He stays where he is, eyes clamped shut, and spits the wet leaf off his mouth before glaring at me. “Are you insane?”
    Why does he have to be so gorgeous? “No, but you are!” I circle around with the skimmer and dip it in the pool for another assault.
    “Stop!”
    “You stop!” I whip the skimmer around.
    He drops from view as water flings over the fence, missing him. “You are crazy! You know that? Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?!”
    “What’s her name?” I’ve got the skimmer at the ready again, but I’m out of leaves.
    “Whose name?”
    “The girl you’re having sex with!”
    “What?!”
    “I heard you! ‘Frick yeah! That’s it, b-word! Just like that! Frick, frick, frick!’.”
    He laughs. It’s a wonderful sound that makes me hate him more. “You think I was having sex with someone in my backyard just now?”
    “I know you