Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure what to say or do after that, but I followed him outside, sure that I should say something. Anything.
“Sammy, wait,” I called.
He turned and stopped, and I caught up to him.
“I’ll unblock you,” I told him.
He laughed then before shaking his head as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “Don’t bother.”
That was when the white stick fell out of my hoodie pocket and landed on the ground between us.
Luckily, he didn’t turn back around to see what had fallen.
Because if he had, he would’ve seen that my heart was on the ground right along with the pregnancy test, and he’d just discarded it like all the others.
Chapter 9
It would be neato if I could have some Tito’s.
-Text from Hastings to Sammy
Sammy
Dad: Good morning, my sperms.
Sierra: Gross, dad.
Blue: You disgust me.
Me: did you just add us to a group chat so you could say that
Sierra: You know he did, dumbass.
Me: dont call me a dumbass dumbass
Sierra: Where did my clothes go?
Dad: your brother threw them away for me.
Sierra: you better not have thrown my favorite shirt away, asshole. I’ll find you, and I’ll murder you.
Blue: I’ll help you.
Me: I’m unsure what we’re even talking about.
I grinned at my lie.
Last week I’d gone out to eat with my mom, dad and sister. And my sister had worn the tightest, most revealing shirt she’d laid hands on.
So, my dad had asked me to accidentally steal it.
I had. And I’d thrown it in the trash can.
Obviously, she’d known what we’d done, though.
Sierra: y’all have fun on your bro date today. Bring me back some beer from Louisiana.
Dad: anything for my girl.
Me: I’d rather pluck my ball hairs than bring you beer
Sierra: That’s okay. I don’t need you. I have a superb father who will do anything for me.
And she did.
Today when we rode to Benton, Louisiana to visit my dad’s brother who lived there, my dad really would stop and get her some beer all because he knew that she liked it.
An hour later, I arrived at the Back Porch to find my father, Uncle Foster, my cousin Louis and Ford, my other cousin that belonged to the uncle we were going to visit, all waiting for me.
They got off their bikes the moment that I pulled up.
But instead of greeting them, my eyes automatically went to the car that was parked two spots over from the ones we were taking up.
A white Chrysler 300. Just like the one that was always parked at the little house next to mine.
My mood immediately soured.
“Did you know that Sierra texted a girl I was interested in while she was asleep at my house a few days ago and caused that girl to block me?” I said to no one in particular.
“That sounds like your sister,” Dad said. “Who’s this girl?”
I didn’t bother telling him.
Instead, I got off my bike and began to walk inside.
After a quick scan of the inner building, I figured she had to be outside.
“Would you like to sit inside or outside?” the hostess asked as soon as I looked at her.
I swallowed, wondering what in the hell I was doing. “Outside.”
Though, technically, we always sat outside.
It was the more relaxed atmosphere between the two halves of the building. If you sat inside, you were there for the family time. If you sat outside, it was more for the entertainment.
Not that there was much entertainment to be had when it was eleven o’clock in the morning on a Friday. People still had work to do.
“Right this way,” the hostess smiled.
“You know her?”
I looked over at Louis with my brows raised. “No. Why would I?”
“Because it says right there that they’re not seating outside because of some private party coming in later. You got to go outside.” He shrugged.
I shrugged right back at him. “I have no clue. But I’ll take it.”
We all followed along in the hostess’ wake, me trying to hold my breath so I didn’t breathe in too much of her exotic perfume.
Or, hell, it could be from Walmart for all I knew. I wasn’t a perfume connoisseur. What I was, though, was a man that knew what he liked. And a woman that was bathed in perfume? That wasn’t something that appealed to me.
No, what appealed to me was a soft woman that smelled like chocolate and cookies. A woman that tasted even better.
A woman that was directly in front of the table that the hostess had just seated us at.
“We’re only having one server work this part of the porch today,” she said. “We have a luncheon coming in at one that’s going to be massive. So y’all will have to be out of here by then.”
So, I didn’t get anything special after all.
Not when she was going to kick us out if we weren’t done by then.