Page 9 of Fighting the Odds

“Okay, I need to handle some stuff. You know the way out.”

Savannah picks up what she’s looking at and turns to face me. “What’s this and why is the skank’s name on it?”

“None of your damn business. Just put it back and go.” I step over to my desk and sit down, powering up my laptop. I’ve got my back to her, hoping she will get the hint.

She lets out a huff, and when I don’t acknowledge it, she lets out another one. A couple of minutes later, my bedroom door shuts. I sigh and pull up the search drive, needing to know whatever I can about Tiger Tail.

There’s only one place with that name here in town. Hopefully, it isn’t out of town. I don’t think Dad would have gone far, so I’ll try here first. I want a picture so I know who she is, but they don’t have a website. We are in the year two thousand, what business owner doesn’t? I do come across some reviews, the majority mentioning Lilac—the new fucking whore wrecking my life.

Bingo! There’s their number. I stand up and grab my phone, dialing it. I’ll see if I can get anything that way.

After the ninth ring, I’m about to hang up when someone finally picks up. “Tiger Tail, how can I help you?” a feminine voice asks.

“Yes, is Lilac working tonight?

“No, she isn’t.”

Fuck. So much for showing up. “When will she be? My best friend is getting married and we want to have his bachelor’s party. An old fraternity brother of mine had his there and raves about her. So, I want to book her for a private dance.”

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak with the manager if you want to book a party with her. He’s not here at the moment, but I can have him call you back if you give me your name and number.”

Do I leave my name? Dad’s already booked her for a private party so the manager would recognize his last name. I think for a moment, but I guess I take too long.

“Sir, did you want to leave a message?”

“Yes, it’s Wes and my number is 555-547-6823.” When the manager calls me back, I’ll just give him Mom’s maiden name.

“Got it. I’ll leave it for him and he’ll return your call.” The phone line goes silent and I sit there, contemplating my next action while I wait for him to call.

My eyes scan the room, landing on my dresser. Hmm, why not see what my dad has on that flash drive? I walk over to get it, but it’s not on my dresser. What the fuck? It was here a few minutes ago. I’m moving stuff around when it hits me—Savannah. That bitch took it. I’m going to strangle her.

Immediately, I dial her number. It rings, then goes to voicemail.

“Savannah, you took something that doesn’t belong to you. Get your ass back here. Now.”

Next, I text.

Me: Where’s the fucking flash drive?

I wait, but she doesn’t reply.

Me: You’re going to find yourself in a position worse than Sierra if the flash drive isn’t returned.

Five minutes pass and nothing. I pick up my keys off the dresser, ready to head to her house.

Me: Seeing how you won’t answer, guess I need to go to your house. I’m sure your mom would like to hear all about your extracurricular activities bullying the poor girl at school and being a fucking cum dumpster for the football team.

Savvy: Stop being an ass Wes. I didn’t realize I still had it in my hand. I’m having to run an errand for my mom as we speak. I’ll give it to you in the morning. It’s not like I care what’s on it.

Me: In the morning. I’d hate for you to find out the consequences if you don’t have it. You will regret it.

Savvy: Baby, why would I ever go against you? See you in the morning. I can still taste you on my tongue.

I roll my eyes. What the fuck do I do now? A few more hours won’t matter to see what my dad has on her. Can’t wait to see how it goes tomorrow when she doesn’t show up to school and the rumors fly. On the off chance she does then I’m going to have a boner the whole day seeing her pitiful looking face.

Life is good.

Chapter 5

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