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The area was massive and boasted a ten mile dirt path, big lake, baseball fields, doggy park, playground, obstacle course, and even a skateboard area. It was the type of park I wished I’d lived next to as a kid.
The parks in South End only possessed broken playground equipment and were full of loitering drug dealers or crazy bums that lay on park benches, fondling their groins.
“You’re getting faster,” Vivian said. “Soon I won’t be able to maintain my pace with you.”
“Stop trying to suck up. I’m not talking to you.” I returned my mind to my run.
Sweat drenched my neck and hair. My thighs, waist, and arms burned. I was addicted to that burning sensation. It made me feel powerful, as if I could conquer anything ahead of me. I inhaled the soothing fragrance of nature—freshly cut grass and blooming flowers.
“I’m glad I came out here,” I admitted.
“You always say that after we run for twenty minutes.”
“Even your nasty talk didn’t ruin it.” I wiped some of the sweat on my forehead as we rounded the pathway. “I can’t believe you both hooked up.”
“I blame you.”
“Me?” I scrunched up my face in confusion.
“If you had come home like you were supposed to, then we wouldn’t have sat there smoking and drinking all the ‘Congratulations’ champagne we bought you.”
“Oh.” I rolled my eyes and laughed between panting. “Well, that makes perfect sense. I do apologize for forcing you to hump my innocent brother.”
“Innocent, my ass.”
“And now what will you do?” I darted to the side as two kids on bikes rushed by. Neither one of them were paying attention to where they were going.
“What do you mean what are we going to do?” Vivian slowed her pace until I got back on her side. “It’s not like anything will change.”
“It won’t?”
“No.” She turned to me. “You think it will?”
“Will it?”
An exasperated growl left her lips. “Stop answering my questions with questions.”
“You seem to have it all figured out.” I slammed my feet against the dirt path as we approached a small hill where I’d coined the Mountain of Pain and Torture. “I assume lots will change. It’s already awkward being around both of you.”
“It’s because we’ve seen each other naked. We’ll be fine by tonight.”
“Will you?”
“I swear if you do that again, I’m going to trip you.” She pointed at my feet.
I chuckled, but widened the distance between us as I trekked up the hill. She’d tripped me once when I mocked Noc’s poem he dedicated to her, called Roses are Blonde.
“Things will go right back to the way they were with Troy and me,” she declared.
“Okay. Nothing will be different,” I agreed. “You’ve just given each other earsplitting orgasms. Now Troy and you will return to normalcy.”
“Yep. Nothing will change. Troy is just having fun. He’ll be with someone else next week.”
“Will he?” I laughed and sped up so she couldn’t catch and trip me.
Dust rose behind me, or at least that’s what I liked to think when I raced at a fast speed.
I approached the mid-point of the hill, the part where some days I quickened my pace like an Olympic runner and other days I collapsed to the ground, panting and whimpering at the pain in my chest.
