Casey, when I’m not working.”
“I guess it’s because I’m not watching Scout after school since your wife is back.”
I halt right then and there. “Let’s be clear about something, Casey,” I say, my voice dead serious, “Sarah may technically be my wife, though not much longer it seems based on some news she gave me today, but regardless, she is only here until her father recovers. It’s temporary, so if you’re hoping to stir shit up with all your neighborly kindness and the mind games you seem to be playing, have at it, but just know that I’ve got your fucking number.”
I start towards the garage when her voice brings me to a halt once again. “You’re not fooling anyone, Jesse, especially Sarah.”
I turn back to look at her and notice the smug look she’s wearing. “Why are you in my business again?”
“Oh, don’t you dare say that! I’ve been nothing but nice to you since you moved here. Let me tell you one last time that I was not in your business. It was that conniving Lolita stepdaughter of yours that set me up. The same one, by the way, who we saw today at the mall with her new college boyfriend. They seem quite smitten with one another.”
My stomach knots up, and my blood pressure escalates. My hands fist at my side, and I realize that Casey wants nothing more than to yank my chain for some twisted satisfaction because of the fact that I dumped her ass.
“Do tell,” I reply trying my damndest to appear unaffected. “Would that be the same guy you saw here helping her move?”
“Why…yes, I’m pretty sure it is the same guy.”
I smile at her. “Well see? Now I know that you’re lying because she only met Brandon after she moved on campus.”
She doesn’t miss a beat. “Is that what she told you?”
She’s clearly on a mission, and one that I have no desire to be a part of so I remain silent, watching her smug expression.
“Come on, Jesse. Isn’t it time that you wake up and ‘smell the coffee,’ as they say?”
“Casey, whatever game is being played right now, with all the attention you’ve been showering on Sarah, and the BFF girl talk you two have going on, let me leave you with this: it will never be you, do you understand? I’d sooner cut my dick off than to ever revisit that worn out pussy of yours.”
And now I’m the one wearing the smug smile as I watch her jaw drop and, very quickly, a look of pure hatred takes residence there before I finally turn and head to my garage. Once I’ve pulled out of the driveway, headed to the nearest bar, I finally exhale the breath I’ve been holding and allow myself to feel the pain that Casey’s words caused when she mentioned September.
Fuck it. She’s moved on. It’s time I do the same. It’s not fair to Scout—or even to Sarah—for me to continue acting like the asshole I’ve been. I need to sink my dick into a warm pussy and forget everything else. If I don’t, I’m sure I’ll be growing a vagina before too long and I’m not going to let that happen.
I pull over to the Walgreen’s on the corner and buy a box of condoms, shoving them into my glove compartment.
Now I’m set.
I cruise down to the area where the sports bars are located.
Nothing redneck or nasty for me because that’s never been my style.
Some of my crew talk about Frickers, so I pull into the lot. Maybe I’ll run into one or two of them and we can watch some games before the evening crowd comes in.
I want to get laid, and this is the first time I’ve actually acted on that impulse. Hey, I’m responsible and I’m prepared, and I’m not playing monk any longer, thank fuck.
Three hours, a bucket of beers, and two shots of Jack on an empty stomach and I’m fucked up. I know this about myself. No one that I know is at the bar, and no one has been. I’ve busied myself watching football, scouting the rest of the bar, and drowning myself in alcohol.
Not good. I know this. I’m not fucking eighteen. I’m thirty fucking
“I guess it’s because I’m not watching Scout after school since your wife is back.”
I halt right then and there. “Let’s be clear about something, Casey,” I say, my voice dead serious, “Sarah may technically be my wife, though not much longer it seems based on some news she gave me today, but regardless, she is only here until her father recovers. It’s temporary, so if you’re hoping to stir shit up with all your neighborly kindness and the mind games you seem to be playing, have at it, but just know that I’ve got your fucking number.”
I start towards the garage when her voice brings me to a halt once again. “You’re not fooling anyone, Jesse, especially Sarah.”
I turn back to look at her and notice the smug look she’s wearing. “Why are you in my business again?”
“Oh, don’t you dare say that! I’ve been nothing but nice to you since you moved here. Let me tell you one last time that I was not in your business. It was that conniving Lolita stepdaughter of yours that set me up. The same one, by the way, who we saw today at the mall with her new college boyfriend. They seem quite smitten with one another.”
My stomach knots up, and my blood pressure escalates. My hands fist at my side, and I realize that Casey wants nothing more than to yank my chain for some twisted satisfaction because of the fact that I dumped her ass.
“Do tell,” I reply trying my damndest to appear unaffected. “Would that be the same guy you saw here helping her move?”
“Why…yes, I’m pretty sure it is the same guy.”
I smile at her. “Well see? Now I know that you’re lying because she only met Brandon after she moved on campus.”
She doesn’t miss a beat. “Is that what she told you?”
She’s clearly on a mission, and one that I have no desire to be a part of so I remain silent, watching her smug expression.
“Come on, Jesse. Isn’t it time that you wake up and ‘smell the coffee,’ as they say?”
“Casey, whatever game is being played right now, with all the attention you’ve been showering on Sarah, and the BFF girl talk you two have going on, let me leave you with this: it will never be you, do you understand? I’d sooner cut my dick off than to ever revisit that worn out pussy of yours.”
And now I’m the one wearing the smug smile as I watch her jaw drop and, very quickly, a look of pure hatred takes residence there before I finally turn and head to my garage. Once I’ve pulled out of the driveway, headed to the nearest bar, I finally exhale the breath I’ve been holding and allow myself to feel the pain that Casey’s words caused when she mentioned September.
Fuck it. She’s moved on. It’s time I do the same. It’s not fair to Scout—or even to Sarah—for me to continue acting like the asshole I’ve been. I need to sink my dick into a warm pussy and forget everything else. If I don’t, I’m sure I’ll be growing a vagina before too long and I’m not going to let that happen.
I pull over to the Walgreen’s on the corner and buy a box of condoms, shoving them into my glove compartment.
Now I’m set.
I cruise down to the area where the sports bars are located.
Nothing redneck or nasty for me because that’s never been my style.
Some of my crew talk about Frickers, so I pull into the lot. Maybe I’ll run into one or two of them and we can watch some games before the evening crowd comes in.
I want to get laid, and this is the first time I’ve actually acted on that impulse. Hey, I’m responsible and I’m prepared, and I’m not playing monk any longer, thank fuck.
Three hours, a bucket of beers, and two shots of Jack on an empty stomach and I’m fucked up. I know this about myself. No one that I know is at the bar, and no one has been. I’ve busied myself watching football, scouting the rest of the bar, and drowning myself in alcohol.
Not good. I know this. I’m not fucking eighteen. I’m thirty fucking
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