Or at least he was until the quiet boy next door took center stage.Now Brock’s was the face Jenny dreamed of at night. Well, most nights anyway. Som...times Wes sneaked back into her mind. But Wes was just that--a dream. He didn’t even know she existed. All last year he’d sat beside her in Algebra and at the end of the year he called her “Jamie.”She’d been crushed. Brock knew her name, that’s for sure. The kiss they had shared that night after the movie had sent jolts of electricity to all of. My buddy suggested a crash at his place. He said I could crash in his neices apartmnet, he didn't think she was home anyway.He let me in, I wandered through grabbed a beer from the fridge and stripped down to my underware with the intent of jacking off. Just then the bedroom light came on, she was home. The neice and I knew each other pretty well, she's like 20 something, a little chunky but a good body with large well round tits and ass! She came out in a little satin almost see through top. "I'm here to--"You are cut off as the secretary (you you now noticed has some beautiful green eyes) holds up her finger to silence you and then points to the sign next to her window.The sign reads, "PLEASE FILL OUT OUR CAREER APTITUDE TEST AND PLACE IT IN THE SLOT BELOW. THANK YOU!" There was a small smiley face drawn by the thank you and below the sign was the afformentioned slot, a regular mailslot with the shine worn off from being lifted up by so many fingers.You look back to the secretary. He was supposed to be sleeping.”“Call him up. Tell him off. Argue. Have great make-up sex,” Addie said.“We haven’t—”“Jeez, what the fuck is wrong with you, Celine?” Rita said from the back seat. “Fuck his brains out.”“Shut the hell up,” I said, digging in my bag for my phone.“Oh, shit,” Addie said, shushing Rita. “She’s about to let him have it.”“I’m not letting him have anything. I just want to check that he’s okay.”Rita and Addie shared a look.“Goner,” Rita said.“Yup,” Addie.