Page 167 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“What the hell Nova?”

I shrugged at Memphis. “What? There’s a reason they make those cup thingies for sports. Remember that Chuck.”

Chuck stared at me for a second before saying, “You scare me sometimes.”

“Thank you.” I chose to take that as a compliment. “On a side note it takes about 175 pounds to rupture a breast, so one could argue that women are built better than men.”

“And yet it’s the man who controls the woman.” Darry muttered while taking a bite of his lunch – which wasn’t pizza. He chose salad and pasta instead. Clearly he was insane.

“Men don’t control women.”

Darry stabbed his fork in his pasta and looked up at me. “Sorry, it’s the men who correct the women.”

Well, someone had issues. “I feel sorry for the poor girl you end up with.”

“So do I.”

Okay, well at least we agreed on that.

“Seriously,” Chuck interrupted. “Why are they here?”

I totally had this.

“These guys are assholes. Assholes like to cause shit, and we are currently in the middle of a giant shit pile.”

That pretty much summed it up.

Chuck wasn’t the only one to give me a strange look. They all did. Except for Memphis, but he spoke Nova.

I wasn’t entirely sure if Darry spoke until a few seconds ago, and now he couldn’t seem to shut up.

“What?”

“What part of asshole and shit pile did you not understand?” I thought it was pretty clear.

“All of it.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“I understood it.” Memphis piped in.

I smiled at Darry. “See.”

Darry stared at me for a second before turning his attention to Gio. “Can you shut her up? I don’t like the sound of her voice?”

Ugh, rude.

“He doesn’t control me.”

“That’s not what I heard,” Atlee snickered.

“I will punch you in the nuts. 50 pounds, remember.”

“If you want to play with my nuts, Baby Cakes, all you have to do is ask.”

“I swear to fucking God, Atlee.” Gio growled.

At least he was on my side.

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