admitting her real age was difficult. mostly because she loved the feeling of being viewed as an equal, and not a child. she hadn’t been a child, not for a long time, but when people found out her age they instantly thought the worst of her. austyn hadn’t looked her age ever, really. she was always the girl people assumed was a few grades higher. it was possible, as she was an evanston, that she had been held back a few grades, but no it was just her looks. her big doe eyes feigned innocence, but they were lined with place, and her barbie lip pout gave her an air of superiority that people confused with age. that was fine with her though, austyn had been itching to be eighteen since she was twelve. she never fit in with the people her age. well, she didn’t fit in much with anyone at all, until matthew came around.
“get over yourself, matty.” she quipped, keeping herself from whining at him. if they were going to have an argument about her age, the last thing she wanted was to whine. she had a tendency to snarl when she didn’t get what she wanted, but she was doing her best to at least appear mature, though she didn’t think she was doing too well. her bottom lip stuck out in a pout and she felt her eyes roll as he shouted her age back at her, before jumping off of her. she missed his weight and his warmth and she crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head to look at him. “fuck you asshole. you love it when i don’t wear panties.” he was just angry and embarrassed that she had tricked him, that was all. but it still pissed her off that he thought he could call her names. the fact that she didn’t wear panties was something he liked about her, but now that she was fifteen it was disgusting? he was an idiot, he’d already fucked her, why did it really matter how old she was. “we’ve already fucked like one thousand times, matt. get over it.” she snapped, twisting into a sitting position on his couch.
it didn’t matter to austyn that he was getting angry, because his clenched jaw and pulsing vein was getting her even more wet, and wearing a pair of jean shorts without underwear was getting exceptionally uncomfortable. “don’t call me names, you prick. you love fucking me. you love my fifteen year old pussy.” she screamed at him, standing up, but keeping her distance for the time being. she felt her heart beating hard in her chest as she tried to calm down, but if he didn’t stop calling her names she might lose it. she didn’t even flinch when his fist went through the wall. in fact, her eyes rolled towards the ceiling and she shook her head. “now who’s acting fifteen?” she asked, her eyebrow quirked. she took several steps forward, her body inches from him after he spoke. “keep calling me names, mother fucker, and i’ll show you what this fifteen year old is capable of.” she hissed, before spitting at him, her saliva spraying across his cheek and to the floor.