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If he would wake the heck up he’d see I’d gladly fight with him. Just like he said he knows I can fight my own battles, but wants to be the one to fight them for me. Seems to me that Chase Wilton and I have more in common than either of us really knows.
I need to pick up a reserved book at the library and pull open the heavy wooden door to the historical building. I nearly collide with a tiny girl that’s coming through the other side. Ediis holding her bags and clutching a new phone to her chest when we bump into one another.
“Excuse me, sugar, I didn’t see you there,” I tell her and help to steady her. Her ice-cold glare softens when she recognizes me and she almost smiles.
“Sorry, I had my head down. This stupid thing has been going off nonstop and I was trying to figure out how to get rid of all this crap,” she shows me her new phone and the screen is full of notifications to clear. Just looking at it makes me anxious.
“Want some help? I just need to grab a book and then I’m yours,” I offer and she takes a minute to think about it before agreeing. She doesn’t trust easily and I’m willing to go slow. She means the world to Evie so in turn she’s become important to me too.
After we grab my book for some research I’m doing for the Havenwood Herald app, we find a table to sit at so I can get to work helping her out.
She hands over her phone and goes on to explain that it’s new and she has no idea how to use it. I’m more than happy to help. I go through some basic functions and she picks it up quickly, she’s a real-life genius after all. I move her text app and can’t get over the hundred or so unanswered messages she has.
“Edi, you may want to take a look, you wouldn’t want to miss something important. Want me to show you how to pin some of your contacts so you can access your messages easily?”
“I do check my messages, I just don’t give a shit about his. If I didn’t have to keep him on as a tutoring student, I’d block his ass,” she grumbles and looks away from her phone when I tap on the text app, and low and behold,Hunter Pendejo Wiltonis the only contact she has with unchecked messages. All one hundred of ‘em.
“You two still at each other’s throats?” I ask with a chuckle and she sucks her teeth in a tsk.
“He’s fucking annoying.” I swear her cheeks are pink but it could just be because it’s warm in here.
“Come now, he isn’t that bad, is he?” I poke at her and she rolls her eyes. I swear, this girl has the longest natural lashes I’ve ever seen.
“He’s literally the fucking worst. I’m trying to unload him to another tutor before I have to text him to schedule this week.”
“Any takers? I can’t imagine it would be hard to get another tutor to take him on.”
“It’s his coach, he told the tutoring center he wants him to have consistency and not to change anything.Pinche jocks.”
“Well if you need help wranglin’ him, I’m sure Evie will help ya keep him in line,” I tell her and she smiles hearing Evie’s name. Her phone buzzes in my hand and sure enough,Hunter Pendejo Wiltonis texting her. I hold it out for her to see and she leans over to take a look at the latest notification.
HUNTER PENDEJO WILTON:
This shit is getting fucking old.
She’s grinning like the Cheshire cat at her phone and shakes her head when it buzzes not even a minute later. She angles it so I can take a better look and I’m outright laughing at this poor boy.
It’s clear as day that Hunt isn’t holding back when it comes to Edison. I can outright imagine him tapping on his keyboard and taking his anger out on those multiple exclamation points with a scowl on his face.
HUNTER PENDEJO WILTON:
Goddamit, answer me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Not yet,cabron,” she says in a lighter tone. For a second there, I thought she was gonna give in and text him back and break the unchecked message streak she has going on to put him outta his misery. Instead, she just keeps it on her locked screen.
“You’re enjoyin’ this, aren’t ya?” I ask her and have to bite my tongue from mentioning that this is her and Hunt’s form of hot and heavy foreplay.
“It’s the one true joy I have in my life,” she deadpans.
I have to say, I’m more than pleased when she asks me to add my number to her contacts and she pins it to her favorite contacts along with Evie and Amy who runs the shelter. There are a few other names I don’t recognize but it’s not my place to pry.
“Don’t go telling him about this,” she says as we get up to leave.
“I won’t, cross my heart and all,” I gesture over my chest but she’s narrowing her near black eyes on me.
“Same goes for your man.”
“My who?”
