Accent Hussy (It Had 2 B U) by V. Kelly

I’ve spent most of my life fighting my emotions. I don’t cry, like ever. Feeling teary over my dad thanking me is a little weird for me. I pull away and suck in a breath. Luckily, the feeling in my chest goes away and I no longer think about crying.
    “Love you guys, and Breezy, welcome to the family.” I give her one last hug and disappear out the door.
    In three months, my life will finally really begin. I’ll have a career to work towards, a family to keep together, and a roof over my head once again. I know it will be a difficult transition from the party/college life I am accustomed to, but in the end it will be worth it. It’s time for me to grow up, do my part, and start taking care of my family. Max will be busy building his own family unit, so it’s up to me to keep my parents going. It’s the least I can do; not only did they raise me, but I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for the two of them.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    “How was your trip?” Jessi’s sitting on my bed. We share a dorm room together, but for some reason, she always likes to invade my space instead of staying in hers.
    I plop into my desk chair and sigh. “Eventful,” is all I can manage to say.
    “How’s that hot brother of yours? Did you put in a good word for me? Maybe tell him that there is a certain blonde who you think would be perfect for him?”
    I turn to glare at her. “Your obsession with my brother is disgusting. Besides, he’s engaged now.”
    “I thought you went up there because he and Breezy weren’t friends anymore,” Jessi frowns.
    “I did. Turns out, the seven days they had apart was enough for her to realize that she’s in love with him. He got down on one knee and asked her to marry him, right in front of a whole bar of drunken karaokers. It was actually quite endearing. It almost made me want my own relationship . . . almost.”
    “You don’t do relationships, Everly. Most of the time you’re so busy lying about yourself that by the time a relationship is ready to form, you’ve already ruined it.”
    She’s got a point. I was so busy trying to be something I’m not with Leo, that I didn’t even notice he was faking being foreign until it was too late. I don’t even know why his accent attracted me so much. Jessi was right; his face was not attractive at all.
    “Well, maybe someday I will be ready for a real relationship, but right now, I’m having too much fun playing the field. Speaking of which, I actually had probably the best sex of my life the other night.” Thinking back to my night with Caleb isn’t easy. I feel like an ass with the way I left him. On the other hand, just because he’s insanely hot, good in bed, and his penis fits me like a glove, is not a reason for me to go running back to him to beg for forgiveness.
    “What? Who? When? Where? Why?”
    “What are you, a newspaper? His name was Caleb. He’s actually kind of an asshole. The only reason I slept with him was because of how hot he was. I don’t plan on ever seeing him again. Cocky assholes aren’t really my thing.”
    “Did he have an accent?” she asks excitedly.
    “Unfortunately, no. Not only was he a pain my ass, he was an unaccented pain my ass, which makes his ability to annoy me even more irritating.”
    “Do you have a picture?”
    “Why would I have a picture of him? It’s not like we went on a date and I expect to see him again. I used him for sex because I was horny and without it for four months. I needed a fix, that’s all.”
    “What about Leo?”
    “He tried to pressure me into sleeping with him. I found out he was only pretending to be British and told him I didn’t want to date him anymore. When he tried to force himself on me, I doused his pimpled face in pepper spray and told him never to talk to me again. I hope that spray seeped into his pores and burnt the shit out of his face. It’s situations like that one that make me want to learn how to