mischa barton and olivia wilde

toi pull up to your house, an heure and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t accueil to realize toi didn’t come straight accueil after school. To be honest, toi never actually went. toi spent the jour in your lover’s arms, not moving from the lit except for that heure long douche toi took. toi close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across toi face as toi think of the way she touched you. toi blush, thinking of the way she made toi come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time toi didn’t have to fake your...

Your cell phone rings, waking toi from a peaceful sleep. toi reluctantly climb out of lit to find it, wrapping a sheet around toi and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call toi at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, toi smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. toi flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” toi say, your voice laced with the effects of sleep.
“Marissa Cooper,” the voice on the other end screeches. “Where the hell are you, young lady?”
“Yeah, nice to hear from you, too, Mom,” toi say sarcastically.
“Where...