mischa barton and olivia wilde

bạn pull up to your house, an giờ and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t trang chủ to realize bạn didn’t come straight trang chủ after school. To be honest, bạn never actually went. bạn spent the ngày in your lover’s arms, not moving from the giường except for that giờ long vòi hoa sen bạn took. bạn close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across bạn face as bạn think of the way she touched you. bạn blush, thinking of the way she made bạn come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time bạn didn’t have to fake your...

Your cell phone rings, waking bạn from a peaceful sleep. bạn reluctantly climb out of giường to find it, wrapping a sheet around bạn and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call bạn at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, bạn smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. bạn flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” bạn say, your voice laced with the effects of sleep.
“Marissa Cooper,” the voice on the other end screeches. “Where the hell are you, young lady?”
“Yeah, nice to hear from you, too, Mom,” bạn say sarcastically.
“Where...