He didn’t acknowledge my presence, but it was too quiet at this time of night for him not to have heard me come outside. “I used to fuck girls behind the bleachers while you had band practice,” Scott mumbled after several moments. I frowned at his admission, walking over to lean my ass against the railing beside him. “I know.” “I’d make them yell my name.” I knew that too. I remembered hearing their cries of ecstasy and feeling so jealous of those random skanks. “I know,” I offered again. I could tell Scott was pretty far gone from the way he slurred his words and weaved on his feet ever so slightly. “I wanted you to hear them, to think about what you were missing out on,” Scott admitted, surprising me. “What!” He cocked his head to the left, finally locking eyes with mine. “I’d make them turn around, so I didn’t have to look at them, and I’d watch you. I’d watch you while I fucked them.” My hands began to shake, and I had to cross my arms to keep him from noticing.
