The sins of her father could ruin her entire life...
Sang Sorenson is an 18 year old high school senior at Ashley Waters school. Her mother is dead, her sister has gone no-contact, leaving her with an absent father.
She's determined to get through s...
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We're currently at Sang's place waiting for her to get back from work. It was great waking up with her at my place today, and she went as far as to make breakfast before heading into work. She's adorable, and the fact that she's confident in her skin—so much skin since her pyjamas cover very little—did not relate to the cold shower I took.
Everyone decided they wanted to be part of the practice camping trip, something I expected when I came up with the idea, and Owen decided to rent an official campsite for the night. It's a good call since our giant tent won't fit in Sang's garden, and it'll also give her a better idea of what to expect.
It's only three, so we've got plenty of time to get the show on the road. We have everything packed to go and Sang doesn't know anything about the change in plans. I think she'll enjoy the activity though.
"We should build her tent," I say, and at the objections, I know are about to come, I continue. "So, we can check it works, ready for camp, but I'd rather she stayed in one of our tents."
We have two large eight-man tents connected together with a corridor, and each tent has four rooms. We tend to sleep in pairs; Axel and Owen have their own room and the rest of us share. Sang will probably sleep with one of them two, despite this being my fucking idea.
I don't let myself get annoyed about it because I know she can just spend the night with me another time, and I really don't mind that. I just like to complain about shit sometimes. North's jeep pulls up, and Marc helps Sang out of the car, the three of them laughing at something.
"Hi everyone," Sang says softly. Gabe dressed her this morning, and as much as I enjoy the benefits, I can understand why she gets so many fucking creeps asking her out. Sang is perfect. Despite being small and slim, she still has some curves, and her boobs are fucking amazing. I don't know how Gabe coped with taking her underwear shopping.
She's got a pink skirt on and a lacy white top that only accentuates her assets. I am so fucking glad North was with her today.
"When are we leaving?" North asks.
"Leaving?" Sang asks, confused. She gets an adorable look on her face when she's confused, and I need to look away. I don't want the others noticing my reaction, or the entire night will be filled with jokes.
"It's a surprise Pookie," Sean says, smiling. He seems tired, and considering the sixteen-hour shift he got off—a night shift at that—I'm surprised he's even awake.
"You need to get changed, and then we can go," Gabe says. "I want you to shower quickly and then get changed into this outfit. You have thirty minutes."
"I want to take a bath," Sang mumbles, heading inside.
"We don't have time for that," he snaps at her. Hold up. We'll make fucking time. I get that he's excited, but his snappy attitude isn't going to help matters.
"We have time," Corey says reassuringly. My brother has far more patience for Gabe's drama queen vibes—his words, not mine, because he doesn't like when I call it a hissy fit—than I do. "Don't worry. She can take as long as she wants. There's no rush."
