just need to Ice it". I grab bag of some frozen peas from the freezer and dig out the painkillers from the drawer. I take a couple and head up to bed.
I wake up to something like needles being pressed into my chest, I look down and see Spike my mom's cat looking at me like I am disturbing him, and "Mornin Spike" I say and push him off me. I sit up in bed and swing me legs over the side looking at my phone to see what time it is, Six am. I get out of bed and pull on some sweats; I head down stairs knocking on Max's door as I pass by. "No need to be up by myself, eh Spike," I say to cat that is meowing at me. I reach the kitchen and grab his food, he is circling my legs head butting me 'Ok chill out" I put his dinner down on the floor and start making the coffee.
A minute later Max comes in yawning rubbing his chest, "Fuck it's early" he says while bending down rubbing Spike on the head, "Why am I up?" he asks me, "We have a delivery and some cleaning to do". He groans and takes out cereal, this guy is twenty-one years old and he still has cereal for breakfast, I shake my head at him and put a coffee beside his bowl. "How's the hand" he asks. "Not to bad, still sore". "You should probably get an x-ray" he tells me, I look over my coffee cup at him "Yes mother".
Thirty minutes later we are showered, dressed and on the road to the bar. We arrive just before seven am and park the bikes around the back of the building where there is a hidden alcove, Both bikes fit in perfectly and are out of view from the street. I open the door of the bar and turn off the alarm, Max heads out to the side entrance to wait for the delivery truck, I turn on all the lights inside the bar and here Max "Hey Knox get the fuck out here, quick" he shouts.
I come running out thinking something is wrong when I see a blue metallic Camaro sitting in front of the doors. Max is smiling and looking over to the street, I follow his gaze and see Bailey crossing the road. She is in the same clothes from last night and judging by the time it is now she clearly slept out last night, for some reason this pisses me off. I put my hands under my armpits so she wont see my knuckles, Max gives her shit about a walk of shame trust Max, she is opening her car door and I want her to stay, I tell her I was going to have her car towed out of here, she looks a little upset by that and I feel like a Dick, she tells me she'll get out of our way. Crap I want to talk to her; I ask her how her friend is so she will stay for a few minutes and to see if that asshole turned up at her friends place. She gives me a short answer and gets into her car, I am looking at her wondering what is wrong with her she turns around in her seat and looks straight at me. It looks like she is about to cry, I get up off the wall to go to her but she doesn't see me and speeds off.
The delivery truck turns the corner and I look over at Max, he claps his hands together and rubs them "You got it bad bro" he shouts over his shoulder. "You are doing the delivery alone asshole" I say and turn back inside.
Chapter 13
I arrive home about fifteen minutes later, I am still tired Paige's sofa was hard and I didn't really get any sleep, there was a certain singer invading my thoughts. I park my car in the garage and go into the house. Opening the fridge I groan, I forgot I needed to go grocery shopping, grabbing a pen and notepad I get to making a list.
I filled a whole page for my grocery list and double checked it, do I really need all this stuff I ask myself, throwing the notepad on the table I head upstairs for a shower and some sleep. My phone rings as I am walking upstairs, I answer it while yawning, "Hello" "Hello sweetheart, how was your first week of college?" my dad asks me. I smile and tell him all about my classes and about meeting Paige, he tells me his design is going well and he might make it home for Thanksgiving. We chat for about ten minutes and then he has to go "Ok bye dad, love you" I
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