will watch out the large windows and I won’t need to explain my dramatic exit.
GRAYSON
Shit, I was pissed. And finally I was ready for a confrontation. Dealing with my father’s associates and trying to handle that bullshit had already been pushing me to the edge.
His bookies and the slime who worked for Mr. Simons started hounding me everywhere I went this week. They were waiting outside my apartment and following me all around school. It had taken way too long to detach from the poisonous tentacles that my father had somehow helped latch onto my life. I was also extremely frustrated with avoiding phone calls from my mom so she didn’t know the danger my dad had put us in.
Trying to get that shit organized quickly so it also didn’t tarnish anything good that had started to develop between Stars and me had my head pounding for days.
I finally put it all behind me, met with the disgusting Mr. Simons in his seedy pawnshop, used the last of my savings to cover my father’s fucking repayments and agreed that if my father contacted me, I would call.
Thank fuck the scholarship covered my living expenses and Andy owned our apartment; otherwise, I would be destitute right now and moving my shit into a homeless shelter.
I also had enough attitude left in me to remind Mr. Simons there would be no need to speak with my mother or anyone else in regard to my dad and future reimbursements.
If my father came to me, I wouldn’t hesitate to send him to straight to Mr. Simons if it kept Ma and Parker safe. Then I went to get my girl. I knew her dorm thanks to a few observant freshman and a few girls willing to give me directions after a smile. Just as I approach her building, I get to see her dressed like a fucking supermodel and sliding into his car. Nathan Waters, the illegitimate child of my dad’s mistress. To my mom, he was a reminder of the fool she had been to believe Dad’s lies. Proof that even before he stated his vows, he was lying every fucking minute he spoke to her. But to me, he was just another fucking poisonous tentacle attached to my life thanks to dear old Dad. I follow them to Francesca’s, my favorite restaurant, and watch as she sits across from him, smiling at him as he tells some story.
I know she sees me as soon as I walk in the door. She appeared so calm before and now her whole body has become rigid.
I gesture with my head for her to follow me.
I was ready to count to ten. If she wasn’t outside by then, I’d leave them to their romantic evening.
I’m barely at four when I hear her join me outside. I figure I’ll ask her one more time. She explains why she won’t go out with me or she doesn’t. Either way, I walk. There are probably twenty football groupies willing to be my date tonight. I was done chasing someone who wasn’t interested in me. Especially if she thought she could two-time me with my bloody brother. “Want to tell me something, Parker? Maybe something you probably should have told me when we first met?”
“It isn’t what it looks like. Nate and I, we’re just friends,” she pleads, staring directly into my eyes.
“Okay, so if I am honestly to believe that, then why? Why do you keep saying no to me? If I’m not watching you right now on a fucking date with my fucking brother …then why are you so against going out with ME ?”
Parker takes a breath then softly states, “I need my job.”
I almost laugh, but she looks so sad and sincere.
Meanwhile, I’m taken back. That was not what I was expecting. Here I was worried that she was in love with my brother. And it’s about a job ? “Babe, you date me I’m not going to expect you to stop working. It’s no longer the fifties, I get that women like to have their own life. We’ll date around your shifts,” I tell her, trying not to chuckle.
Her eyes go sky-bound before she says, “Gray, you don’t get it. I work for Marissa.”
“You work for Maris? Doing what?”
“At Lucky’s. I’ve been working
GRAYSON
Shit, I was pissed. And finally I was ready for a confrontation. Dealing with my father’s associates and trying to handle that bullshit had already been pushing me to the edge.
His bookies and the slime who worked for Mr. Simons started hounding me everywhere I went this week. They were waiting outside my apartment and following me all around school. It had taken way too long to detach from the poisonous tentacles that my father had somehow helped latch onto my life. I was also extremely frustrated with avoiding phone calls from my mom so she didn’t know the danger my dad had put us in.
Trying to get that shit organized quickly so it also didn’t tarnish anything good that had started to develop between Stars and me had my head pounding for days.
I finally put it all behind me, met with the disgusting Mr. Simons in his seedy pawnshop, used the last of my savings to cover my father’s fucking repayments and agreed that if my father contacted me, I would call.
Thank fuck the scholarship covered my living expenses and Andy owned our apartment; otherwise, I would be destitute right now and moving my shit into a homeless shelter.
I also had enough attitude left in me to remind Mr. Simons there would be no need to speak with my mother or anyone else in regard to my dad and future reimbursements.
If my father came to me, I wouldn’t hesitate to send him to straight to Mr. Simons if it kept Ma and Parker safe. Then I went to get my girl. I knew her dorm thanks to a few observant freshman and a few girls willing to give me directions after a smile. Just as I approach her building, I get to see her dressed like a fucking supermodel and sliding into his car. Nathan Waters, the illegitimate child of my dad’s mistress. To my mom, he was a reminder of the fool she had been to believe Dad’s lies. Proof that even before he stated his vows, he was lying every fucking minute he spoke to her. But to me, he was just another fucking poisonous tentacle attached to my life thanks to dear old Dad. I follow them to Francesca’s, my favorite restaurant, and watch as she sits across from him, smiling at him as he tells some story.
I know she sees me as soon as I walk in the door. She appeared so calm before and now her whole body has become rigid.
I gesture with my head for her to follow me.
I was ready to count to ten. If she wasn’t outside by then, I’d leave them to their romantic evening.
I’m barely at four when I hear her join me outside. I figure I’ll ask her one more time. She explains why she won’t go out with me or she doesn’t. Either way, I walk. There are probably twenty football groupies willing to be my date tonight. I was done chasing someone who wasn’t interested in me. Especially if she thought she could two-time me with my bloody brother. “Want to tell me something, Parker? Maybe something you probably should have told me when we first met?”
“It isn’t what it looks like. Nate and I, we’re just friends,” she pleads, staring directly into my eyes.
“Okay, so if I am honestly to believe that, then why? Why do you keep saying no to me? If I’m not watching you right now on a fucking date with my fucking brother …then why are you so against going out with ME ?”
Parker takes a breath then softly states, “I need my job.”
I almost laugh, but she looks so sad and sincere.
Meanwhile, I’m taken back. That was not what I was expecting. Here I was worried that she was in love with my brother. And it’s about a job ? “Babe, you date me I’m not going to expect you to stop working. It’s no longer the fifties, I get that women like to have their own life. We’ll date around your shifts,” I tell her, trying not to chuckle.
Her eyes go sky-bound before she says, “Gray, you don’t get it. I work for Marissa.”
“You work for Maris? Doing what?”
“At Lucky’s. I’ve been working
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