Page 17 of Lilah
He once told me that the older you get, the less and less you care about what people think about you.
"It would make things easier," I sing and he huffs.
"Fine, fine. I'll make sure to pay attention," he sits his chin on his hand, acting like he's paying attention but he's probably not.
This isn't the first time he's done this.
"We had milkshakes," I mumble and he looks like he's about to fall asleep.
Well,Ihad a milkshake.
"He's a horrible friend," I wince, thinking about all the things he said to me.
"Better luck next time kid, the boy must not be a friendly person. You have to remember that not everyone is nice anymore," his voice turns fatherly.
"He's no boy," I sigh, picturing his manly structure and dark eyes.
"I don't want to be a part of this conversation anymore," he places his glasses back on his nose and I giggle.
"Don't be like that, Mr. Terrip."
"You're too young for boys," he points at me and I internally roll my eyes. He's been telling me this ever since I met him when I was old enough to walk from my house to his shop.
"Men.Plus, I'm an adult...for the most part," I correct and he makes a dismissive noise.
The bell at the front of the store chimes and I look to see Aaron walking in as cockily as ever. I internally sigh knowing I can't get out of this interaction him and I are about to have, unfortunately, he's already set his eyes on me.
He's attractive, I'll give him that. He always has been. He's also always been a complete arrogant womanizer.
It just so happens that he was my brother's best friend.
"Azzy," his pearly whites appear as he smiles, showing his dimples.
"Hello, A-a-ron," I nearly laugh at my own joke. He runs his hand through his light brown, wavy hair as his dark blue eyes focus on me.
From the corner of my eye, I see Mr. Terrip keeping a close eye on him.
"Gotta love that beautiful smile," he flirts.
"Still not gonna work," I remind him and he lets out a little sigh.
I wouldn't necessarily consider him a friend. He comes around sporadically, most of the time just to check on me, although I assure him I don't need checkups.
What I do like, is that he gives me money.
I'm sure I could be his pimp if I really put my mind to it.
Being two years older than me, he's in his late college years and he doesn't hesitate to tell me about his often 'hookups'.
The perfect hooker for my pimp scheme.
Not many people get on my nerves. He does quite a bit.
"Let's go talk Azzy," he places his admittedly nicely built arm over my shoulder. Yeah, so what, he's got nice arms.
He leads me to the reading space around the corner and I just notice Mr. Terrip rolling his chair over to where he can see us. He makes me laugh.
He takes a seat on the newer couch Mr. Terrip recently bought and I sit beside him, careful not to hit my back against the couch.
