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Not as high as the number of times I’ve had to refill my gas tank from following her around. No trips to the station tonight, though, since the tracker in Hendrix’s phone tells me she’s still in the building.
“Whatever, dick.” I inhale, then exhale through a choke. “Shut up and get us some drinks.”
I’m stuffing my phone back into my shorts pocket when Levi snaps his fingers at Brendan, The Royals’ weakest link therefore our errand boy, and signals for him to bring us a bottle of whiskey.
He plucks the blunt from my hand. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Rather eat a bullet.”
“Full metal or hollow point?”
My lip twitches in annoyance as Levi turns his head, blowing smoke into the girl’s mouth and shoving his tongue in right after.
Shit escalates quickly between them, so he hands the blunt to me again as she straddles him.
Not one to cock block my boy, I get comfortable in my smoke sesh by resting an arm along the back of the pew, widening my legs until Matilda next to me takes the hint to fuck right off.
When she does I enjoy smoking in peace.
Even indulge in another bump offered up by my running back, Sampson. All is fucking dandy and I’m feeling good…until somebody else is stupid enough to sit next to me.
“What up, man? Hope you don’t mind.” A guy with two inch chompers claps my back.
I look around at our fellow teammates, who are usually stealthy with filtering out who gets to enter the Royal Heathens’section of the pews, but it seems a stray rat must’ve wiggled its way through.
Blowing smoke in his direction, I ask, “And who the fuck are you?”
He waves his hand in front of him. “I’m Luke, Gunner’s cousin from out of town. You?”
“Stevenson. Town Goldie.”
Creases line his forehead. “Okay...well, that was a badass fight you just had.”
“Didn’t realize our runner thinks he’s got enough pull to bring in outsiders.”
“My bad, brother. Not lookin’ for problems.”
I size him up with an inhale, my knuckles already twitching to start one. “No problem here,Luke.” I turn to face the ring. “You go ahead and enjoy the show.”
Levi’s still kissing the girl when his eyes shoot to me.
With a tsk, I let him know to stand down, to see if our rodent infestation resolves itself.
I continue nursing the blunt, watching Luke carefully as he cheers with the rest of the crowd, smokes a cigarette, even sends a couple texts.
“Fuck, yeah! Get him!” he screams, hands cupping his mouth, then whistles a cat call at one of The Royals’ cheerleaders as she passes in front of us.
“Damn, bro.” He taps my arm with the back of his hand. “The chicks at your fancy school aretotallyon another level of hot. Shame I got my girl here.”
This asshole sounds like he belongs in that chick flick Theory loves to watch…where they shop and shit and say “as if” to everything.
I glare down at where Luke touched me, then follow his line of sight to a petite brunette in the far corner with her friends. She’sa cute little thing in a short dress, arms folded like she’s waiting for a bomb to go off.
And given what she likely just saw, not surprised.
The sucker in me is tempted to kick his ass out and call her over to sit, since it’s obvious she’s nervous…or maybe it’s just me digging for reasons to gut this motherfucker.
“And you don’t think your girl’stotallyhot?”
