Page 4 of Switchin' Lanes
“Hey, hot stuff! I like the pink,” she tells me as soon as I walk into the house.
“Thanks!”
“What are you doing home? I thought you were going to see Diesel?”
“I am. I wanted to change first,” I tell her. “Shouldn’t you be at the diner?”
“Yeah, my shift is in ten minutes. I’m going to be late.” She shrugs.
I laugh. “You better get going. Have a good shift.”
“Have fun with Diesel.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me then walks out the door.
I shake my head, walking to my room. I grab my favorite pair of dark blue distressed jeans, a military green cropped hoodie, and a pair of white Converse out of my closet. Once I’m dressed I head into my bathroom to do my makeup. I settle for a dusty rose smokey eye and a matte nude lip. As I walk out of my room, I send a text to Diesel.
To D:I’m leaving my house now. Do you need me to pick anything up?
He responds right away.
From D:Nah, just need your pretty face to brighten my day. ;)
His text brings a smile to my face. Something he’s always been good at, even when I don’t want to smile.
To D:I’ll be there soon.
I slide my phone into my back pocket, lock up the house, and hop in my car. On the drive to the clubhouse, all I can think about is how Diesel is going to react to my hair.
I pull up to the gate and Mouse lets me right in. I park in the area designated for cars. I grab the door handle, but before I can open it, it swings open. I come face to face with Hollywood.
“Tink.” The expression on his face twists into what seems like a mix of confusion and annoyance. “You colored your hair.”
My eyebrows knit together. “I did.”
“Hmph.” He shoves past me, climbing on his motorcycle and taking off.
I fight back the tears welling in my eyes and head to Diesel’s room. I don’t know if Hollywood’s ice-cold behavior will ever get any easier to deal with.
