Drum's Dream v 3.2
Seventeen-year-old Drum Ryderwood is a manwhore, a horn dog, a boy who would and did screw every female who would have him. And since the girls at his high school considered him a real hottie, any female who would have him included pretty much every student with two X chromosomes. But baby daddy? Nope. Never. Can't happen. Or can it? ONE
“Drum Ryderwood, you are a lying douchebag!”
Drum pulled his head out of his locker and looked down the hall toward the petite girl who was screeching at him from three classrooms away. What the hell was her name? He’d had sex with her three or four times a couple of months ago, but there’d been a few girls since then. Brown hair. Pony tail. Blue eyes. C cup. Cute little … Darla? Carla? Carly! “Hey, Carly. What’s up?” The girl strode toward him, her platform boots thumping solidly against the tile floor, all the time calling him every name in the book. “Asshole!” “Bastard!” “Asswipe!” “Shit-for-brains!” He thought he even heard some Spanish version of devil spawn. Isn’t diablo devil in Spanish? “Don’t hey me, you cheating son-of-a-bitch!” With that verbal slap in the face, the angry girl stood right in front of him. “Whoa, darlin’! I never cheat!” Which was true. He had sex exclusively with only one girl at a time. He was monogamous — for a very short interval — until he moved on to the next girl. But still monogamous. That was one rule he never broke. Drum barely managed to get his hand out of his locker before the red-faced, crying female slammed the metal door shut. Reaching up from her five foot three plus platform-shoe height, she put every bit of her inconsiderable weight behind the slap she delivered to his cheek. His head flicked right, and before he could react, the girl wadded his black t-shirt up in her left fist and began tugging him toward the door that led to the school’s outside quad. Everyone in the hallway stared as the two exited noisily. His memories of Carly were becoming clearer. Spoiled rich girl, smoking body, serious temper issues. She had been unhappy when he moved on from her to Sarah 3. As opposed to Sarah 1, who he’d had sex with sophomore year and Sarah 2, who he’d had sex with last summer. Not to mention Sara, Sariah, and Shara. He smiled a little at the memories. So many girls, so little time. — from Chapter One of Drum's Dream v 3.2 purchase now on :
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