Page 33 of Wrecked
“Yeah well, it’s not that easy,” I say, finishing up.
“It’s not easy to apologize for whatever it is you did or didn’t do, I think that’s what chicks expect.”
“I can’t wait until you get into a serious relationship. It’s going to be so much fun to watch,” I say, laughing.
“Who said anything about a serious relationship. Give me a girl who likes it rough, and I’m good,” he says, lowering the lift.
“Same shit I used to say.”
“Then you went and became a big pussy,” he laughs, slapping my back.
Crossing my arms, I raise my eyebrow at him. “Jealous?”
“Jealous? Of you being a pussy? No, I like banging pussy, not being one.”
I smile, grabbing a smoke out of my pocket. “Ever get fucking hit by a pussy?” I joke, laughing around my cigarette. I shrug and can’t help the grin that creeps onto my face. “I love her. If that makes me a pussy, I’ll gladly be considered one.”
Nodding his head, he climbs in the driver’s side to test the brakes. “I have been hit by a pussy before. Right in the mouth, and I ate the fuck out of it,” he says, laughing as he winks.
Slamming the door, I tap on the roof. “Let’s take it for a ride and see how it is. I mean unless you’ve got pussy to rush home to? Oh wait, no you don’t, that’s me.”
“You’re a dick. Get in,” he says, as we both laugh.
Driving around, everything feels good. The brakes are working and the engine sounds good. I’m relieved because she deserves to drive this car. I really don’t know why she didn’t have me work on it sooner. Glancing out the window, I rub my neck. She wasn’t even the one to ask, now that I think about it. It was Robert. I wonder why the fuck she didn’t ask me.
“Hey, listen,” Brett says, pulling my attention back.
Listening, I hear something vibrating. “Yeah, so,” I say, grinning.
“What the hell is it?”
“I don’t know if I’m more embarrassed you’re my best friend or that you’re a mechanic right now,” I joke. “It’s something in here vibrating. Probably coins in the door or something. It feels good though, right? It’s not pulling or sluggish?”
“Nah, it’s all good. Your girl will be safe driving it, relax,” he says, pulling back into the garage.
We get out, and I walk over to start cleaning up. The sooner I’m done the sooner I can get over to Payton. It’s been hours, so she better be ready to talk when I get there. I’ve been beyond patient with her.
“Hey, Asher. Check this out,” Brett calls over to me.
“What?” I ask, walking over.
He holds up a small tape. “This is what was rattling in the door.”
“Okay, so put it back,” I tell him.
“Fuck no, come on. Let’s see what’s on it,” he says, smiling.
“Brett, seriously, put that shit back.”
He laughs and looks over the tape. “It could be porn. Oh shit, it could be a sex tape Payton made with someone. We’ve gotta watch it.”
Fuck. The thought of Payton with another guy pisses me off enough. The thought of her on video with another guy makes me want to smash that fucking tape. “I don’t want to see that shit.”
“Fucking pussy. I’m gonna watch it with or without you,” he taunts, going off to the office.
Mother fucker. Running my hand through my hair, I follow behind him. I’m not about to let him see Payton naked.
He puts the tape in, and we watch the screen. My hands are sweating, and I wipe them on my pants, before squeezing the back of my neck. But I realize quickly it’s not a sex tape. It’s a police tape.
