For you to meet his daughter, Bristol.

It takes you a moment to register exactly what he said as you stare blankly at the name “SIMMONS” Velcroed to his uniform, the shock of realization as to why his features were familiar waning just enough for your sense to return. Officer Simmons here just asked you to meet his daughter, Bristol. Bristol Simmons. Only the most beautiful girl in your school district. You and most every other guy in your class year and a few around it has had a crush on Bristol Simmons since that fateful day back in middle school when her family moved into the district for her father’s work, as a police officer. A father who was very successful at keeping unsavory boys away from his very precious daughter. A father who unlike some of the poor bastards with bad decision-making skills in your class, you’ve never had the displeasure of meeting, before today.

As the road came back into view, your vision settled on Alex’s dejected form sitting in the passenger side of his car. He was slouching back in the seat, playing on his cellphone with the door hanging open, just awaiting your return. He was literally just sitting there entertaining himself while you were led to the tree line and fucked by a man. Even if he was just posing as your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disgust start to take hold in the back of your mind. After a few seconds he jerked his head in your direction and jumped up to walk around his car and get into the driver’s side, leaving the passenger door open for you.

You now viscerally understood the difference between a boy and a man, and there was no going back.

“My name's Jane, what's yours?" You asked, turning back to Officer Simmons.

“Patrick.” He said warmly smiling back at you while putting a hand on your shoulder. You already knew it, you just needed formal confirmation, granted it was a bit late to be asking for his name, seeing as his semen was still running down the inside of your thighs.