Page 51 of The Slayer
How long?
She closed her mascara and picked up the phone and started texting with Jules.Late. Like thirty minutes.
What?? What are y’all doing?
Chu had to pee.
Not at the Harkin gas station.
That one!
Gross!
Right?
When Chuito got back into the car, Alaine turned to him. “Jules agrees with me ’bout the gas station.”
“Really?” Chuito did a very good job of appearing surprised as he rubbed a hand over his head, brushing off the rain running into his eyes. “The queen agreeing with the princess. I’m shocked.”
Alaine dug into her purse and pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer. “Here, give me your hands.”
“I washed my hands,” Chuito argued.
Alaine grabbed one of his hands and squeezed a considerable amount of hand sanitizer onto his open palm before he could complain any more.
Chuito looked at it. “Does it have glitter?”
Alaine studied the bottle. “I don’t think it’ll show up. It doesn’t make my hands glittery.”
“You’re the whitest white person ever. You glow without glitter.” Chuito sniffed his hand and gave her a look. “Does it have perfume in it?”
“It’s Winter Sparkle.”
“Coño.” He rubbed his hands together and then shook them off in annoyance. “Ay Dios mio, I smell like a woman.”
“Better than smelling like gas station facilities.” Alaine went back to putting on her mascara as Chuito turned the car back on. Once they got onto the road, she looked at his hands and observed, “Oh, it does glitter on you.”
Chuito gave her a glare.
Alaine giggled in response.
“I hope you appreciate that I’m being very agreeable with you ’cause today is your day,” Chuito said and then pointed to the radio. “Listening to this mierda while sparkling and smelling like a woman.”
“We can put on your music.” Alaine tossed her purse on the floor. “Gimme your phone.”
“It’s okay. We can listen to this. It’s your day.”
“No, I like your music.” She reached over and fished into his pocket for his phone, making him jerk in surprise.
“I’m gonna get into a wreck!” Chuito shouted at her. “You can’t just grab at my lap!”
“Why?” Alaine gave him an innocent look. “That shouldn’t make you uncomfortable. I thought we were just friends. What’s your passcode?”
“I’m not giving you my passcode.” Chuito yanked his phone back.
“Why do you have a passcode? I don’t have one.”
“That was your choice, Alaine,” Chuito snapped as he opened his phone and clicked on his music.
