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Chapter 3 by PunnPunn56 PunnPunn56

What do you do next?

Wait for Kaleb

60 degrees at 6pm is starting to feel a little chilly out in the end of October, but you're still able to relax sitting on the tailgate of your truck. It's not the best truck but that 5.3 in the '03 Silverado sounds good with cherry bomb exhaust hooked up to straight pipes. Catalectic converters are for grandmas anyway.

You sit back and enjoy a surprise peace and decide to check some socials. Scrolling through Facebook will be a lot better in a couple weeks when all the girls at school start posting "Slutty ___" costumes. Hell I think Jessica said she's got a slutty taco costume. For what it's worth, she really wouldn't need to dress up for that one. Jessica is one of the main people in a group that pretty much personifies my era in high school. High libido, Low morals, and a sense of entitlement reserved only for Roman god-leaders. But she does have a great rack. So, I'll say nice things to see those breasts in a bikini or less any day.

You look down at your watch and realize it's been 45 minutes since you've seen Kaleb. The fuck is taking that dude so long? You scroll a couple more times and realize dinner will be soon, "Hurry up, fucker." you say to nobody.

Bang

You tilt your head to look and Kaleb comes walking out with his duffle bag and what appears to be a bag of some kind. "Hey asshole, did you get cut or something?" Kaleb glances upward before continuing his pace, halfway to the truck he replies, "Shut up, Coach wanted to just talk about my future and some plays." Realizing my brother isn't exactly Jerry Rice and more like Jerry Seinfeld, you scoff a reply, "Future? Future where, McDonalds?". "Fuck off man, let's just go home." he retorts with an edge to his words. You laugh a little due to his pain as any brother does.

"What's in the bag, McDonalds costume for Halloween?", you start to poke toward his blue bag of stuff. As you move your finger, he shifts it away from you and moves away. "Just some old T-shirts, that's all." he snaps.

As you shut the door, your new favorite Jessica scrolling song is playing.

"I'm hot, sticky sweet, From my head to my feet yeah!"

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