Page 51 of Unfriend Me
A pissed-off guy. That’s who.
That truce of ours didn’t seem to be weathering the storm well. Which meant we’d have to have a conversation about things. And soon. I didn’t resolve all the Daire drama to just lose my best friend slash boyfriend as a result.
“Here you go.” Lukas set down my plate and coffee, spinning quickly to clean off a recently vacated table in the busy shop.
I took a huge bite of donut and danced in my seat as the powdered sugar hit me. Fuck, sugar was awesome.
“Trouble in paradise, honey?”
I opened my eyes and swallowed quickly. Damn, I’d gotten lost in my donut experience. Again.
“I’m sorry?” I asked Yedda, who stood next to my table, her stooped shoulders making her appear much older than her sharp wit.
“Any woman who gets that O-face over a donut is not getting the Big D on the regular.” She cackled and Polly joined in, having a seat at the table next to me.
I shook my head, impressed with her street vernacular, while being a little irritated I was so transparent. Must have used up all my poker face on the mayor yesterday.
“I don’t know, Yedda. Seems to me Titus is a smart boy. I don’t see him leaving Amelia wanting.”
Yedda pointed right at my face. I swiped at my mouth thinking maybe I had some powdered sugar left over. I didn’t particularly care for my sex life being dissected by Old and Older here at the coffee shop for everyone to overhear.
“The O-face doesn’t lie. Mark my words. My sixth sense is a honed machine, sniffing out discord from twenty paces.”
Polly rolled her eyes, but she smiled kindly. “You’re a regular Jessica Fletcher.”
I gasped. “I love that show!”
Yedda had a seat finally, leaning over to pat my hand. “You and me, girl. We’re practically the same person.”
I rolled my lips in to keep from laughing. Then she patted her tight white curls and took a sip of her coffee, liver-spotted hand shaking at the effort. Good Lord, I needed to think about a better skin care regimen if Yedda thought we were similar. I actually looked forward to growing old and not having to put a filter on this mouth of mine, but all in good time. I still wanted to live it up a bit before my tits took the southbound train to Sad-Sack-ville.
“Ohh, don’t look now, dear, but your ex just darkened our door,” Polly whispered from behind her coffee cup.
I spun in my seat, my gaze laser focused on Daire the Douchebag walking up to the line like he had all the right in the world to still be here in Auburn Hill.
Polly sighed dramatically from behind me. “I said don’t look, dummy. Although I don’t blame you. He may be a jerk face, but he’s a pretty jerk face.”
“I’m calling Poppy!” Yedda exclaimed, titillated to activate the gossip phone tree.
I stood abruptly and the wail of the wood chair scraping against concrete flooring had the whole shop quieting down to catch the drama. Daire looked up from his phone and narrowed his eyes as he watched me approach.
“What are you still doing here?” I crossed my arms across my chest.
Daire threw out a charming smile. Thankfully I didn’t fall for that shit anymore. “Far as I know, it’s still a free country, babe.”
Oh shit, a tidal wave of rage was returning. “Don’t call me babe. You’re not wanted in this town, so I suggest you leave.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Poppy running down the sidewalk, mail flying out of her bag. She nearly ripped the door off its hinges to get inside the coffee shop, ample bosom heaving with the effort.
“Or will Poppy here have to beat you with her mail bag again to get you to leave?” I smirked, finding humor in an elderly mail carrier getting one up on Daire.
Daire’s face drained of color. “You people are crazy, you know that? Just a bunch of lowlifes in a hick town. That’s all you’ll ever be,babe.”
I smiled. “Sounds good to me. At least these ‘lowlifes’ treat me well.” Poppy stood next to me. Polly and Yedda stood behind her. Then Lukas swaggered over and a few other diners stood as well. “Go ahead. Make fun of my town. Look who’s got my back.”
Daire flicked a glance at the crowd behind me, then rolled his eyes. “On second thought, I wanna get out of here before any of the small-town crazy rubs off on me.” He walked to the door and then spun one last time. “Goodbye. At least for now, babe.” Then he winked and walked out.
I lunged to go after his smug ass, but Poppy blocked me with a hip check worthy of the NBA. “Now, now. No use running after trash. You said enough to make him leave. Let him be.”
