 |  |
AFTER I ALMOST broke my fucking neck climbing out of Adriana’s window, I called Tank.
“Can you pick me up, brother?” I asked, walking away from her place. As I passed by several houses, I could see people watching me through their curtains. Snooping.
Old Geezers.
“Where the fuck you at?” he asked. I could hear music in the background and a girl giggling.
“Just left Adriana’s place. I need a ride to my bike.”
“Where is it?”
I told him.
He sighed. “Yeah, give me an address and I’ll shoot over there in twenty minutes.”
“Why twenty?”
“Because I was in the middle of almost getting my dick waxed when you called,” he snapped.
“Then you probably only need three minutes,” I joked.
He chuckled. “You ain’t kidding. This chick is double-jointed, man. She can twist her body and munch her own box if she wanted to.”
I laughed. Apparently he was now dealing with Krystal’s death much better than he was earlier. “Where’d you meet her?”
“She’s friends with one of the strippers. I should take a picture of her and send it to you. Doll, can you wrap your ankles over your neck again?”
“No pictures. Just, hurry up. I need to get my bike.”
“Fine. I’ll see if I can get her to give me a quick blow, since I’ve got to come and pick your ass up.”
“Sorry.”
“Bros before Hoes,” he whispered and then let out a ragged breath. “Double jointed, though, man. You owe me.”
“Get her number.”
“Fucking right I will.”
I noticed there was a coffee shop up the street. I told him about it.
“Yeah, I think I know where that is.”
“It’s closed but I’ll be waiting for you on the bench outside. Call me if you get lost.”
“I doubt anyone can get lost in Jensen,” he replied.
After we hung up, I sent Adriana a text, letting her know where I was. She called me back.
“Guess what?’ she said, a smile in her voice.
“What?”
“I told my mother about us.”
I grunted. “Really. How’d she take it?”
“She’s not exactly thrilled, but... she’s not going to interfere.”
“Good. I didn’t like sneaking out of your bedroom like that. Not only did I bend your trellis, but I felt like a punk ass kid slipping away in the night.”
“You bent the trellis?”
“Yeah, I can fix it though. No worries.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m heading toward that coffee shop, Bella’s Brews. Tank is picking me up.”
“That’s nice of him.”
“He’s a real sweetheart, all right,” I said, grinning. “We’re BFFs you know.”
She giggled.”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I have classes.”
“What about after?”
“To be honest, I’m usually really busy during the week with homework and school.”
“What about dinner? Or lunch? You have time for that?”
She was silent for a couple seconds. “I’ll make time.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up and bring you back to my place when you’re free.”
“To eat?”
“Oh, I’ll be eating pie. You can do whatever you want,” I said, imaging her riding my face again.
She breathed in sharply. “You’re so bad.”
“You like it when I’m bad. Admit it.”
She giggled. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Between classes. Okay?”
“I’m counting on it.”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Kitten.”