Page 10 of Hit and Run
“Keep up the attitude and I’ll make sure to turn that ass red when I get back.”
“Oh, I’m so scared,” she mocks. “What do you want?”
You, naked in my bed.
“I need you to text me and let me know what Wren’s boyfriend is like,” I tell her. “She’s kept him from me for six months. I need to know if I should be worried or not.”
“Fine,” she sighs. “Only because I’m not sure about this guy either.”
“Thank you, Sienna.”
“Mhm,” she says. “What’s your number?”
I rattle off my number and get a text not long after.
“I sent you a text so you have my number. I’ll text you after our date to tell you about him,” Sienna tells me.
“I’ll talk to you then,” I say. The line goes silent, so I glance at my phone and smirk. That brat hung up on me. I save her number, setting her name as Whiskey. I send her a text.
To Whiskey:Add that to the list.
She responds right away.
From Whiskey:What list?
To Whiskey:Reasons I’m gonna spank that ass.
From Whiskey:*eye roll emoji*
From Whiskey:I have a date to go on. Leave me alone.
I keep forgetting that she’s not just meeting Wren’s boyfriend tonight. She has a date. With a guy that isn’t me. The thought alone pisses me off. A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I open the door to Rascal.
“Ready to go grab some food?”
“Yeah, let’s go,” I reply. I grab the room key and head out the door. She’s out on a date so I may as well have some fun tonight too.
6
Sienna
I savedShade’s number in my phone as Mystery Man on the off chance Wren might look at my phone. I don’t want her seeing her brother’s name pop up on my phone. Never mind the fact he keeps threatening to spank me. A chill goes down my back causing me to shiver. I try to push those thoughts out of my head. I don’t need to be having freaky thoughts about one guy while on a date with another. We’re on our way to meet Zack and his friend at Prime Grill and Seafood. It’s an upscale restaurant— one that I’ve never been to because I can’t afford it.
“Zack likes taking me to nice restaurants,” Wren tells me.
“Do you like going to them?”
She shrugs. “Sometimes it’s alright. I don’t know. I just like spending time with him,” she explains. She’s quiet the rest of the drive. We walk into the restaurant and Wren’s eyes scan the room. Her eyes land on someone at the bar and a smile spreads across her face.
“Come on. They’re sitting at the bar.” She grabs my arm, dragging me toward Zack and his friend. The two guys we walk up to are not what I was expecting. They look like frat boys. Compared to Sketch and Shade, they look scrawny.
“Sienna, this is Zack.” He’s tall, but not as tall as Sketch— short blonde hair, clean-shaven, no tattoos— completely opposite from Sketch. “Zack, this is my best friend, Sienna.”
“Nice to finally meet you,” Zack says. He hooks his thumb over his shoulder. “This is my buddy, TJ.”
“Hello,princessa,” TJ says to me with a slight Hispanic accent. His hair is shorter on the sides and longer on top. He takes my hand, kissing the top of it. Out of the corner of my eye, Wren is cheesing so big.
“Why don’t we get a table,” Zack suggests.
