Stevie, moaned as she opened her eyes, the sun was setting and she was… somewhere… underneath the bleachers, where she had came for a joint and a swig of Taylor’s Vodka, she must have hit her head on something. It was then that she felt IT, the itch. Her eyes darted around, her brain wandering who the next “Prey” would be, then she spotted him, Scott Johnson, the schools most popular jock and part time bodybuilder, out on the football field looking around.
Stevie put her thumb and forefinger in her mouth, resisted the urge to suck on them and whistled.
Scott had been out on the field, looking around, dreaming his dreams that had been there for 3 years, that his leg injury would somehow go away and that he would be able to lead the Castle Rock High Football Team out again. It would never happen. Then he heard the whistle and turned around, Stevie was hidden in the bleachers, lust clear in her eyes.
Scott smiled cockily to himself, he knew what this meant, he’d had it once before two years before at a party when he asked if he could share a taxi with Stevie to save money. It had been his first time.
He, and every other guy at the school had a pact, no matter who they were, what happened with Stevie STAYED with Stevie, none of the girls needed to know.
Scott was a dickhead, he believed himself to be better than everyone, especially the skaters, he didn’t understand how such a fine piece of ass like Stevie could be around those losers.
Scott waltzed over to the bleachers and fifteen minutes later he fell to the ground covered in sweat, it had went better than he imagined. Stevie was lying in the corner panting, clearly still on a high.
Scott went to get up but suddenly fell back down again, he felt an itching on… no IN his body, as if he had swallowed a million live ants,