Chapter 139 To The Cemetery

For the second day in a row, after school, we headed to the cemetery to accomplish something that my boyfriend ought to have been able to do years before. I enjoyed the silence between us as we stood in front of my father's tombstone and began to stare at Tyrone very inappropriately. His beautiful physique, which included a muscular eight-pack from all the soccer he had played since he could walk, made him an ideal model. In general, no one, not even blind, could dispute his handsomeness, but tonight he was different.
It didn't surprise me that, when we strolled down the school hallways hand in hand, half of the female population at Hillcrest left a trail of drool behind them, dressed in a leather jacket, low-slung black pants, and red Converses. I told him he just looked hot today, and he wondered if the females were gazing because his hair was pushed back in a grey beanie. Tyrone shook his head in amazement after glancing at my leather leggings and the huge band top I grabbed from him this morning. Naturally, Tyrone informed me that if he found me attractive, I should be able to make any guy jizz their pants. I realize it's vulgar.
He gave me a hesitant smile as he peered up at me, and I quickly turned away to study his side profile.