Rob headed home. He found his dinner on a plate wrapped in cling wrap in the fridge. He popped it into the microwave and smirked. He had a raging hunger thanks to Trin.

"Where have you been?"

Rob, still grinning turned from the microwave. His parents stood in their pyjamas at the doorway. "Sorry. I called in to a mate's on my way home."

"We've been trying to ring you for two hours."

"Shit." Rob pulled his phone from his shorts pocket and turned it on. "Sorry. I forgot to turn it back on when I finished work." He cocked his head. "Is something wrong?" The microwave beeped before they could answer.

"Grab your plate." Rob's father jerked his head. "We'll talk at the table."

His parents followed him into the dining room and sat with him. Rob peered at them and cocked his head again because this wasn't normal for a work night. He took a mouthful, chewed and swallowed. "So what's up? Is there a problem?"

"We don't know, Rob. Is there a problem?" His father tweaked an eyebrow.

Rob frowned. "What do you mean, Dad?" He rested his fork on his plate and looked across the table at his father.

"I ran into your principal today. He said you were sent to the office last week. Something about a girl." Michael Jarvis tilted his head in question. This was new to him. Rob had been a great kid. Never in trouble.

"Yeah. It was nothing." Rob picked up his fork and took another mouthful. He didn't want to talk to his parents about Becky Bridgestone.

"It can't be nothing, if you were sent to the office, Rob. The principal told your father you had a fight with a girl. A lover's spat."

Rob looked over at his mother. "I really don't want to talk about this, Mum. Trust me it was nothing." He took another mouthful.

"Are you having sex with this girl?" Sheila Jarvis puckered her brow. "Because if you are I hope you're using protection."

"Mum. I'm not talking to you about this. It was nothing. Okay." Rob put his fork on the table and leaned back in his chair. His mother wasn't the type to give up easily. "Seriously. We had a disagreement and I refused to sit next to her. That's all." He looked from one parent to the other.

"So why were you sent to the office if that's all it was. Surely teachers don't get involved in student arguments for no reason." His father studied him.

"Because it was my assigned seat." Rob sighed and shifted in his chair. "Maths B. The teacher makes you sit where he wants you to sit. I refused so he sent me to the office."

"You refused because of this girl." Michael raised his eyebrow. "Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes." Rob sucked in a breath. "Can I finish eating now? I did it. I got a detention and that's the end of the story."

"Are you dating this girl? Was it a lover's quarrel? Do I need to buy you some condoms, Rob?"

"No, Mum!" Rob pushed back and held up his hands. "Please. Stop with the questions. If I need condoms I'll buy my own and besides she's not that kind of girl." At least he'd put money on it that she wasn't.

"So you don't want to have sex with her?" Sheila peered at him. "You are at that age, you know. When boys start wanting to do that kind of thing."

Of course, he wanted to have sex with her. Shit. Did he just tell himself he wanted to have sex with Becky Bridgestone? Well he'd wanted to on Saturday night. Rob chuckled. "Mum. I'm not going to answer that but don't worry if I have sex with her I'll use a condom so can we please stop talking about this now because it's really embarrassing."

Sheila gave him a questioning look. She smirked. "I think your father better have a man to man chat with you." She looked at her husband. "Michael." Sheila pushed away from the table and left them to it.

Michael grinned and shrugged. "Do I need to give you the chat, Rob?"

"No Dad. I got it covered." Rob grinned, pulled in his chair, and shovelled a fork full of food into his mouth.

Michael tapped the table and stood. "No more detentions or trips to the office. Right?"

Rob smiled. "Right."

His father laughed. "Even if it is to do with a pretty girl."

Rob jerked his head at his father and smirked. "Who says she's pretty."

Michael laughed. "It's always the pretty ones who get you in trouble."

Rob lay on his bed with his hands behind his head thinking about Becky. Did he want to have sex with her? His penis quivered. He laughed. Well that answered that question.

What about Trin? He chuckled. Trin. Fuck...he had another erection just thinking about her. Was it her or the sex they'd just had? Shit. He didn't know. Not enough time to separate the two. Sex. Trin. Trin. Sex. He chuckled again.

Lizzy. She was giving him those looks again. Shit. Could he really be interested in three girls all at once? He ran down the list in his head.

Becky. She'd caused him grief right from his first day and hated his guts. Did she? Rob thought about this some more. She had every right to hate him especially after he'd called her Lizzy and told her to fuck her arse back to her desk, and then to have said that horrible thing about her mother putting up with a bitch of a daughter like her. He really wished he hadn't said that. Did Becky really hate him? The way she'd kissed him on Saturday night certainly hadn't made him think it at the time. Rob wondered what would have happened if he hadn't called her Lizzy. He was sure she wouldn't have had sex with him because she tensed as soon as he touched her intimately and had asked him to stop multiply times before the Lizzy calling episode. Maybe they would have laid there and talked. Maybe he'd have cracked her shell and they'd be a thing right now if he hadn't called her Lizzy.

Lizzy. Sweet and pretty though a little bit vacant. Did he want to have sex with Lizzy? No. He didn't think so. No pleasure of the flesh with her. It wasn't that she wasn't hot enough because she was hot but he liked girls with a bit more grunt. Lizzy was mousy and timid but bossy in a nanny way. Was that even possible? Rob chuckled. Why had he called Becky, Lizzy? He'd had a few to drink. Having sex with Lizzy had been a fleeting idea in his head when he'd picked her up for the party. Best to cross Lizzy off the list.

Trin. Rob laughed. Trin. What was he going to do about Trin? She was Becky's best friend. How would Becky react, if she found out what had just happened with him and Trin? If Becky liked him, it might cause a rift in their friendship but, if she didn't like him she wouldn't care. How to find out if she cared? To make sure she found out he'd hooked up with Trin.

Rob screwed up his face. Nah. On the small chance, Becky did like him he didn't want to ruin her and Trin's friendship. He hoped Trin never told Becky. He chuckled at the thought of Trin again. Even though everyone thought of her as a slut, Rob actually really liked her. She had sass. To Trin everything was about having fun. Not a bad way to live life. Trin also had a mind of her own and she definitely wasn't stupid.

Conclusion. Becky and Trin. Forget Lizzy. Would he want Becky or Trin as his girlfriend? Both had reputations. Were they the sort of girls you took home to your parents? Who knew? He was attracted to both of them. One hated him the other didn't. Rob grinned. Hook up with Trin again. She knew he wasn't after a girlfriend so no hurt feelings just like she said. Draw Becky out by hooking up with Trin. Would it work or was it a stupid idea?

Rob thought about Becky. Why was he back to thinking about her again, after what he'd just done with Trin? Shit you'd think she'd be the last person he'd be thinking about. Rob closed his eyes and thought of the sex he'd just had. Yeah. His hands on Trin's arse.

Fuck!

He flicked his eyes opened.

It wasn't Trin's arse he had his hand on in that image. Nope. Becky Black Cat Bridgestone was right there in the forefront of his memory. The girl had his body all fired up. He chuckled. She had sure felt good.

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