Page 22 of On My Side
Because of course I fucking do.
Chapter 8
Audrey
Playlist: Make This Leap | The Hunts
Sky’s Sluts
SkysMainSlut:ladies, is my internet acting up or did Sky not upload this morning.
AshBash69:WHAT
AshBash69:NO
MeetMeInStarsHollow:okay, lets keep calm. He’s never missed a tuesday draft before. Maybe the drop is just happening later today?
RebelLady93:Adam uploaded, and so did Lucky.
RebelLady93:literally all of the tuesday regulars did except him.
SkysMainSlut:i’m going to scream
AshBash69:the emotional pain i’m feeling is worse than the physical pain of pushing a baby out of my vagina.
MeetMeInStarsHollow:i’m holding out hope it’s just a glitch and he’ll upload later.
I don’t know why I’m sitting in an old vinyl booth at the only diner in town.
Especiallywhen I definitely drank too much last night.
I’m not a big drinker, but Piper was babysitting and Mama needed to unwind. Instead of unwinding, Iunraveled.
“Can I get you anything, ma’am?” the waiter asks. He’s bald with light brown skin and a nametag identifying him as Derek.
“I’ll take a coffee for now,” I say, forcing a smile. “I’m waiting on someone.”
When Derek leaves my table, I pull my phone out, double checking the time Ren suggested we meet. Yep, nine a.m. It’s not nine yet, and I’m definitely just a nervous wreck. But I double check 4Play and scroll quickly, disappointment filling my gut.
Sky didn’t upload an audio today. I’m not the only one who noticed either. There were multiple threads about it in his subreddit, which I had checked earlier upon realizing he didn’t upload. I may or may not have added my own unhinged replies to these threads.
A bell rings as someone enters the diner, and I don’t have to look up to know it’s Ren. His aura isthatpowerful.
“Hey,” he says, sliding into the booth across from me. “Thanks for meeting with me.”
He sounds winded and out of breath, and it makes me squeeze my thighs together. Is this what he sounds like when he’s fucking someone? When he’s thrusting into them and telling them how good they feel? When he…
Whoa. Where didthatcome from? Ren and sex should never be on the same wavelength in my brain.
“Hey,” I respond, staring at the paper placemat and refusing to meet his eyes. If he knew what I just thought about him, he’d think I was one of those creepy moms without any boundaries.
Oh, Lord. Iama creepy mom without any boundaries.
I peer at him, and a wave of relief washes over me when I see he’s studying the menu. The Quinns have been coming to Queenie’s regularly since Kat and I became friends in middle school, and probably even before then. I’m sure he knows what he wants, but I appreciate him pretending to pursue the options nonetheless.
“Do you know what you’re going to get?” I ask, flipping over the menu like I’m actually reading what it says.
I’m not. It’s all Greek to me.
