Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
The chilly ocean water never played as the witch, casting any disappearing spells. No, his wand was forever present, not that I would sit and stare, but girls notice these things. But I haven’t actually seen the size of the stalk—only the outline of the bean before it’s watered.
“Look at you, picturing his pecker while standing in a child care center. You should be ashamed.”
I gape, and Granny Grace smiles. “Now shoo. Junie is all alone back there. No more of this needing a nap nonsense. You’ve got two hours left, girl. Suck it up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I smile, pushing through the double doors again and stepping through to the other side.
Thankfully the next couple hours go by quickly, and I’m out the door.
I check in on Deaton on the way home, Ari telling me she’s still with them and Payton’s home now too. Apparently, they’re all going to have dinner and stare at him for a while.
Back in my dorm room, I’m only just plopping onto my ass, Cup Noodles in one hand, remote in the other, when my phone dings on the coffee table.
Brady’s name is on the screen. I open the message.
Brady: help.
I scoff, typing away.
Me: I’m gonna need a little more context, my dude.
Brady: Mean. Thought you’d do anything for me?
Me: I have uneaten food in my hand.
Brady: Shit. Okay, but what if I promise to buy you real food cause we both know you’re eatin something from the microwave.
Brady: Don’t make me mention it is, in fact, your girlfriend duty to be there when I need you.
I smile, shaking my head.
Me: You had me at real food. What’s up?
The three dots pop up, and I wait for his next message, but his location comes through instead.
I frown. “What the hell do you need help with at 7-Eleven?”
I look at the time. It’s only four.
Me: Do you need a gas can or something? Cause I have to tell you, my no car having ass is fresh out.
I wait a minute, but he doesn’t respond, so I stare longingly at my spicy shrimp noodles and then groan. “Okay, fine!”
I look at myself in the mirror and cock my head. I’ve already changed from my jeans and the top I was wearing, now in a sports bra and an oversized T-shirt so big you can’t even see the spandex shorts I have on underneath. I’m wearing thick, scrunchy Avix U socks up to my damn knees and a pair of Minnie Mouse Crocs Payton brought back for me from Disneyland last year.
“Ah, fuck it.” I throw on some sunglasses and walk out the door. “Call me Rescue Ranger.”
Brady
Sweet mother of baby Jesus, what in the actual all hell did I get myself into?
I swiftly flick the lock on the bathroom door, dropping my head against it.
I called her ten minutes ago, and her dorm is the closest to the main road. She should have been here by now.
I can only hide out in the damn bathroom for so long, and this isn’t my first trip in here. It’s my third. Ari claims that I have a baby bladder, and I do, in fact, have to take a piss again, though that’s not why I’m in here.
Damn, do I have a baby bladder? Maybe I should have that checked out.
“Oh, Brady.” A voice so sickly sweet I’ll have to go to the dentist after today calls out to me, clearly not concerned with offering me any privacy as one should when the other person is inside the damn restroom.
“Is this the line?” I hear someone else ask from outside the door and a curse leaves me.
Damn single-bathroom businesses, man.
With a deep breath, I wet my hands and grab a paper towel, force a smile on my face, and step out, drying my hands for show.
I grin at the elderly woman waiting for a turn. “It’s all yours, ma’am.”
She looks at me, her lips pursing, and steps a little farther to the side than necessary to allow me to pass.
Well, okay, then.
Must be because I’m shirtless and oiled up like a prized trophy.
Sarah, or maybe it’s Sasha, slides up right then, looping her hand through my arm—because women seem to think they can touch me whenever they want. She smiles up at me, slurping through her straw a little aggressively.
“Need my help again?”
She nods, and I push open the front door, pulling myself free so she can step out first.
“Aw, you’re such a gentleman. And yes, we do. Three more people pulled up, and two are big, tall trucks.”
My eyes go over the parking lot, and sure enough, there are two pickups sitting there, a little Nissan wedged between them.
The moment I’m off the steps of the convenience store, several girls turn toward me, some rushing over, the others just calling out and throwing up their hands.