Page 46 of Missing Linc
“It is indeed. And they serve much better coffee than that crap from campus,” he says.
“Hey! Don’t bash Espresso Blues. They’re a chain for a reason,” I tell him even though I have no loyalty to the place. It’s just convenient when on campus. Or when I’m about. Is it my fault they have a store at every corner?
The bell rings, and since Linc is busy with the frying pan, I offer to get it.
I wish I hadn’t.
“It’s you again! What the hell are you doing in my house?” says the woman I’ve come to know as Makayla.
She’s beautiful. She’d be a total babe if that face wasn’t bitch-pouting constantly, but I couldn’t well tell her that.
“Well if it isn’t Miss Sunshine,” I say.
I might not tell her about her bitch face, but no one said I have to be nice to her. She’s clearly deranged.
She’s wearing her straight and long hair in a high ponytail that pulls her face tight. She’s a nice bronze color, and her eyelashes are gorgeous. And I do think they’re real.
A girl like her can find a guy at the snap of her fingers. I don’t know why she’s obsessing over Linc when he’s so obviously moved on.
She gasps at my comment and pushes me away, stepping into the apartment.
“Sure. Come in. We’d love to have you,” I mumble, but she doesn’t acknowledge me.
Linc is there to greet her. Or more like frown at her when I close the door.
“What are you doing here again, Makayla?” he growls.
“I’ve come to see if you’ve finally gotten some sense, but I can see you haven’t,” she screeches.
“I have actually,” he says, looking at me with a big, goofy grin that makes him look a million bucks.
My million bucks.
“Oh, get a grip, Linc. It’s just a stupid phase. I’m surprised Isaac isn’t here to join you. He’s always had his eye out for you.”
“Leave Isaac out of this,” Linc says.
“How can I? See what he’s done to you? He’s turned you into… whatever this is. We were happy, Linc. We were engaged. When are you going to realize you can’t live without me?”
“Makayla—” he starts, but he can’t go on. A grunt escapes him. And he’s turning darker. He’s raging.
“Well, Linc obviously wasn’t happy or he wouldn’t have broken up with you. And you can’t marry someone you’re not happy with, right? So I think it’s you who needs to realize you’re over. You’re a hot girl. I’m sure you’ll find someone who really loves you,” I say. My voice is shaky because I don’t feel confident chiming in, but I’ve got to say something. Anything to get that goofy grin back on Linc’s face.
“No one’s talking to you, fag,” she says.
I sigh.
Well, I tried to be nice.
“Okay. Bitch,youneed to get out,” I tell her.
She gasps again.
Is it really that shocking I would call you a bitch after you called me a fag? Really?
“Are you going to let him talk to me like that?”
Of course. Ask for help from the ex that hates you. That’s a good strategy.
