So what if I've watched her grow up from an acne-prone skinny nerd to a girl with curves that could grace a centerfold?
And so what if I've jerked off a few times to thoughts of her. A few dozen. Okay, a few hundred.
I promised my best friend to keep my hands off of her. He asked a fox to guard a henhouse.
It gets more difficult when she ends up in my bed.
LAILA
I've always hated him. He teased me when we were younger. Hid my cell phone. I watched as a parade of mostly naked girls came through my house to spend time with the swim team co-captains, each one lasting a week at most.
I'm in college, and the only person I know is complete Trouble.
