Chapter Fifteen
Jerry
Ipush the bills aside. I’m about ready to set fire to the lot of them, but I know that won’t do me any favours. I can’t ignore them.I can’t settle them, either.
Fuck.
My thoughts circle back to running into Liv today. Something’s up with her. I’m not imagining it. She was distant, preoccupied. Is the stress of the week getting to her? Is it because she’s unwell or is it me?
Dinner on Tuesday was incredible until she was sick. We finally started talking about stuff. Is she having second thoughts? Did I freak her out telling her I was a problem child? Did the state of the cottage put her off? I know it needs work, but there’s only so many hours in the day I can stay upright. And so many dollars in the bank.
Get a fucking grip, Jerry. Don’t read into shit that might not be there.
This is why I fail at relationships. Paranoia is a bitch.
Pirate whines at my feet and moves back and forth, psyching himself up to jump.
“Come on, then.”
He bounds up onto my lap and dances around in a circle, clockwise, then counter clockwise until he’s comfortable. I scratch behind his ear and sip whisky straight from the bottle.
“It’s you and me tonight, bud.”
I scoop up another slice of cold pizza and open the banking App on my phone.
The balance is pitiful.
The school hasn’t paid yet. It’s less than thirty days since I invoiced them, but I need the money yesterday.
Old Garry Young won’t appreciate it, but I’m gonna have to lean on him for early payment, something I hate to do.