The Problem

JEREMY'S POV

I stalk out of Sabbel High, my skin burning with fierce intensity. I need a fight. I need a drink. I need a fucking smoke. I enter my truck and zoom off to the nearest gas station.

As I fuel the tank, I enter the store to buy some alcohol. The other customers stare at me and quickly move the other way as I walk past them. I grab four bottles of cheap vodka— the only ones they have— and the girl at the sales desk eye-fuck me as she checks out the items.

I grab the bottles and glare at her, “Do you want to fuck?”

She leads me to the manager's office with a shy smile, “He ain't around right now, so…”

I push her into the shabby space with a hand on her head and shove her down to her knees.

Her hands go to my zip and she pulls out a deflated cock from the confinement.

“You need help with that?” The girl asks with a smirk.

“Shut up.”

An image, one I'd rather not think about appears before me. It's her, in the rain, staring at me with wide innocent eyes.

Fuck!

My coc