Page 30 of Talk Nerdy To Me
She relaxes again, and we ride the rest of the way in relative silence, sans the sounds Krysta makes when she vomits twice more…then begins snoring again.
“All you have to do is ask me to pull over,” I remind Krysta.
She groans her disapproval.
“How are you not even making a face?” I ask Britt, practically hanging my head out the window to breathe.
Britt is doing something on her phone, as she seriously answers, “I’ve been around a lot of unpleasant bodily fluids in my life, and my sense of smell has been dulled against them.”
This is why I’m fixated on her right now. She claims to have no secrets, but only gives you tidbits of information that have curious minds like mine screaming for more.
Just as we pull up to a semi-large home on the beach, a little bug pulls in as well, and my eyebrows go up as a familiar tatted girl steps out and jogs toward us.
“I had to text Ruby to get Krysta’s address, but she said she’d meet us here instead,” Britt explains. “Which is better. Ruby’s her sister. She should be with someone who cares about her the most.”
“She’s drunk, Britt. Not dying,” I say with small smile as I step out.
Ruby stumbles when she sees me, and her eyebrows hit her hairline. A slow smile spreads and her gaze darts between Britt and me, as Britt also climbs out.
“I’m so not telling Corbin about this,” she says with that smile still growing.
Britt tilts her head. “About Krysta getting drunk?” she asks so obliviously.
My own grin spreads as I go to help get Krysta out of the back seat.
“Yeah. About that,” Ruby says, patting Britt’s arm as she comes to help me out, then she groans and gags. “Man, I hope she knows she’s cleaning that shit up. Care if I take her inside and wash her up?”
Britt just blinks. “Do whatever she needs done.”
Ruby’s eyes soften. “It’s okay, Britt. You did okay. Stop worrying.”
Until this moment, I didn’t realize how worried Britt actually was, but her entire body is strung tight.
I carry Krysta into the shower—fully clothed—and leave Ruby to deal with it. Ruby thanks me with a small smile on her lips as she turns on the spray of water that slaps Krysta directly in the face.
Krysta jackknifes to the seated position, sputtering and cursing, and Ruby laughs like she’s amused.
Sisters…
Turning, I walk out, pulling my now disgusting shirt over my head carefully, while holding my breath.
Britt is standing wide-eyed in the living room, her eyes on my body as I grin over at her. “Care if I wash this shirt?”
She points at the room off to the side, and trails me as I head to the washer. I just put the shirt in without turning it on, since I’m sure Ruby will want to add Krysta’s clothes in.
Jogging outside, I go to grab my guitar, and return to see Britt pacing in the living room.
“Everything okay?” I ask, causing her eyes to flick to my chest again.
“You arouse me a lot,” she states, causing me to…I don’t even know how to react.
What the hell do I say to that?
Her cheeks heat, and she exhales harshly. “What I mean is that I panic with you, but I still think you would be the best candidate for my hymen issue.”
My grip slips, and my guitar case bangs the floor when I drop it entirely.
Her eyes stare at me expectantly while I clear my throat. Repeatedly.
