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“You know her?” Alvi asks my brother and ignores me completely.He’s such a dick.
“Alv, answer me.” I’m now pleading with him as the anxiety causes my voice to crack with worry. He turns from Chase to me and looks cranky as hell as he glares at me.
He takes a sip from his “but first coffee” mug and shuts his eyes as he swallows.That’s okay, bro, I’m just over here having my first-ever panic attack, but go ahead, have your morning fix.“Ugh, that’s good,” he says to himself about his caffeine.
My guy’s addicted to coffee, and he looks like he needs a private moment with his fucking mug. I’m about to lose my shit while I wait for this old man to reboot. He’s taking his sweet ass time coming back to life with each slurpy fucking sip.
I need to know what fucking happened, and I need to know what he knows. Because Alv always seems to know something about everything.
“She was going to grab breakfast at the shelter and then go to her classes. I tried to give her some cash, but she wouldn’t take it. he paused to drink his coffee, and this time, I could fucking kill him for the ten-second break.
“Why wouldn’t she take it?”
“She said she didn’t trust free money, so I told her to be back here later to earn it. I have some stuff she can do around the shop. She’s good at math, right? She can do some of that shit for me, then.”
“And… what’d she say?”Is he malfunctioning? No, that’s just him yawning and shimmy shaking away his sleepies.I swear it takesless time for me to win a face-off and score a fucking goal than it does for him to tell this fucking story and give me the info I need.
“That she’d be back later. Look, man, this may be hard for you to understand, but she’s survived out here long before you came along. She’ll be fine. She’s going to class and tutoring, and then she’ll be back tonight. I also told her I don’t care if she crashes here again.”
“Why are you freaking out about Edison?” Max asks just as my phone wakes up with a notification. I don’t think I’ve ever responded to a girl so fast in my entire life. My mother and sister included.
Edison:
To class, cabrón.
Try it sometime.
“She wrote me back,” I say out loud to myself, and throw my sweatshirt on.
“Who? Edison?” Max asks. I ignore him while I type out my response. I want her to keep talking now that I’ve got her attention.
“There he goes with that stupid smile again,” Alv says while slurping his liquid dirt.
Me:
Building? Classroom number? End time?
And I go to class.
I don’t text girls. I don’t DM them. They show interest, they approach me, and if I’m down, I let them know they can follow me if they want. We, meaning me and two of them, fuck or do whatever, and then I leave.
At this point, the girls at HU know what to expect from me. They’ll get shake and scream sex, and a great fucking story to tell. It’s their choice and an unsolicited decision to meet up.
Just like it’s my decision not to get into situationships, catch feelings, have conversations, kiss, or cuddle. I don’t want any of that with those girls, and I especially don’t want any fucking problems that go along with them.
Edison:
Are you in class now?
Me:
No, I’m still at the shop.
Edison:
You've proven my point, now go away.
Me:
