them that I had beer waiting at home.
When I got home, I removed one of the cases that was still in my car from our previous trip to the diner. I stuffed it underneath the steps leading to the connecting door.
As I moved down the hallway to unlock the front door, I found a note that had been stuffed underneath the door. I opened it and read:
Whores get stoned to death. Are you the stone or whore? Or maybe you’re death.
I laughed and crumpled it up. After a quick toss to the garbage, I pulled out a frozen pizza and warmed the oven. It took two minutes for the oven’s pre-warm up bell to ring and as I slid the pizza in, my front door opened. Bryce and Corrigan were both laughing as they made their way inside.
“Grab the beer from my trunk,” I shouted over their laughing.
Corrigan hollered, “Will do.”
Logan was the first to appear around the corner. She was hesitant, but seemed to relax when she saw an easy grin on my face. I still hadn’t formally met the girl, but I was determined to be in a gracious mood. There was no bitchery allowed when it was beer and pizza night.
I crossed my feet as I leaned against the corner and stared at her.
She changed her expression back to caution and edged, hesitantly, onto one of the stools.
Neither of us said a thing.
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Jaded
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Logan stared at anything except me. Her hands also seemed to fight with each other. She’d hold them still, then they’d start trembling, and she’d jerk only to start it all over again.
When I heard footsteps jog down the stairs, I smiled to myself at her predicament.
She’s with a guy, one of the most popular, and thinking she’s his new girlfriend. She’s in his other best friend’s house, who’s a girl, who’s known to get her jollies by taunting girls just like her. What to do?
Predicament.
A moment later, Bryce and Corrigan both walked in with a case in their arms.
Awkward silence time was done…for now.
I raised an eyebrow and murmured, “You could only handle one case?” I said it in disdain.
Corrigan wasn’t affected and grinned cockily. He jumped onto the counter right in front of Logan and shot back, “I’m just conserving my energy for more pleasurable activities.”
He ran a hand down the side of Logan’s face and lingered at her lips.
Logan flushed, but didn’t move her head back. She even relaxed her lips and
Corrigan slipped his finger inside where, after a moment’s hesitation, she sucked it. Her eyes looked somewhere else. Not at Corrigan, Bryce, or myself.
Bryce whistled in appreciation and asked, “Why don’t you do that for me?” He held up his hand.
I punched him in the arm.
“Ow!” He cradled his arm, but smiled endearingly at me.
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Corrigan sniffed the air and asked, “Please tell me that I’m smelling pizza?”
“You are.” I knew my eyes were frosty as I watched Logan take two of Corrigan’s fingers into her mouth.
“Hey,” Corrigan suddenly said as he noticed something in the front hallway.
“You have a voice message on your machine.” He looked at me, confused, “Since when do you use your machine?”
I’d been distracted with creepy notes. I hadn’t noticed.
“When was the last time someone even called your landline?” Bryce asked.
Corrigan jumped off the counter and hit the play button.
A second later, I stiffened when I heard my mother’s voice echo around the
house’s hallway and kitchen.
“Hello, dear. This is your mother. I am calling because your father and I are getting a divorce. I won’t be returning home for Thanksgiving and I have no idea what your father is planning over the holiday. I’ll be in touch with my new number. Love you, honey. Hope you stay out of trouble.”
The air was thick in silence when the machine clicked it’s end.
All three watched me, but I was paralyzed.
Finally, I choked out, “God.”
Corrigan reached inside one of the beer cases and offered a bottle. Bryce took it, opened it, and moved it
When I got home, I removed one of the cases that was still in my car from our previous trip to the diner. I stuffed it underneath the steps leading to the connecting door.
As I moved down the hallway to unlock the front door, I found a note that had been stuffed underneath the door. I opened it and read:
Whores get stoned to death. Are you the stone or whore? Or maybe you’re death.
I laughed and crumpled it up. After a quick toss to the garbage, I pulled out a frozen pizza and warmed the oven. It took two minutes for the oven’s pre-warm up bell to ring and as I slid the pizza in, my front door opened. Bryce and Corrigan were both laughing as they made their way inside.
“Grab the beer from my trunk,” I shouted over their laughing.
Corrigan hollered, “Will do.”
Logan was the first to appear around the corner. She was hesitant, but seemed to relax when she saw an easy grin on my face. I still hadn’t formally met the girl, but I was determined to be in a gracious mood. There was no bitchery allowed when it was beer and pizza night.
I crossed my feet as I leaned against the corner and stared at her.
She changed her expression back to caution and edged, hesitantly, onto one of the stools.
Neither of us said a thing.
Tijan
Jaded
111
Logan stared at anything except me. Her hands also seemed to fight with each other. She’d hold them still, then they’d start trembling, and she’d jerk only to start it all over again.
When I heard footsteps jog down the stairs, I smiled to myself at her predicament.
She’s with a guy, one of the most popular, and thinking she’s his new girlfriend. She’s in his other best friend’s house, who’s a girl, who’s known to get her jollies by taunting girls just like her. What to do?
Predicament.
A moment later, Bryce and Corrigan both walked in with a case in their arms.
Awkward silence time was done…for now.
I raised an eyebrow and murmured, “You could only handle one case?” I said it in disdain.
Corrigan wasn’t affected and grinned cockily. He jumped onto the counter right in front of Logan and shot back, “I’m just conserving my energy for more pleasurable activities.”
He ran a hand down the side of Logan’s face and lingered at her lips.
Logan flushed, but didn’t move her head back. She even relaxed her lips and
Corrigan slipped his finger inside where, after a moment’s hesitation, she sucked it. Her eyes looked somewhere else. Not at Corrigan, Bryce, or myself.
Bryce whistled in appreciation and asked, “Why don’t you do that for me?” He held up his hand.
I punched him in the arm.
“Ow!” He cradled his arm, but smiled endearingly at me.
Tijan
Jaded
112
Corrigan sniffed the air and asked, “Please tell me that I’m smelling pizza?”
“You are.” I knew my eyes were frosty as I watched Logan take two of Corrigan’s fingers into her mouth.
“Hey,” Corrigan suddenly said as he noticed something in the front hallway.
“You have a voice message on your machine.” He looked at me, confused, “Since when do you use your machine?”
I’d been distracted with creepy notes. I hadn’t noticed.
“When was the last time someone even called your landline?” Bryce asked.
Corrigan jumped off the counter and hit the play button.
A second later, I stiffened when I heard my mother’s voice echo around the
house’s hallway and kitchen.
“Hello, dear. This is your mother. I am calling because your father and I are getting a divorce. I won’t be returning home for Thanksgiving and I have no idea what your father is planning over the holiday. I’ll be in touch with my new number. Love you, honey. Hope you stay out of trouble.”
The air was thick in silence when the machine clicked it’s end.
All three watched me, but I was paralyzed.
Finally, I choked out, “God.”
Corrigan reached inside one of the beer cases and offered a bottle. Bryce took it, opened it, and moved it
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