Page 32 of Look at Her and Die

It had me, too.

I was just too brain tired to think of a suitable option but going over there and cutting his dick off.

“Huh,” he said. “I’ll handle it.”

I grinned. “I can’t wait to hear about it.”

Cakes gave me a handshake before we switched shifts, and I started home, going well past the speed limit in order to get home faster.

I’d just turned into the city limits of Decatur when I caught up to the familiar brown Honda.

The brown Honda turned and disappeared down the sleepy street that would lead to her place, and I hooked a right and headed to the ranch.

All the while, I wondered what in the hell I was supposed to do about a woman that consumed way too much of my thoughts, and spelled out TROUBLE in big, fat, capital letters.

Nine

You tell someone they were in your dreams and they automatically think raunchy. Lady, you morphed into a dinosaur and chased me through Kmart.

—Searcy’s secret thoughts

SEARCY

Life was simple.

At least, that was what everyone always wanted you to think.

For the next eight weeks, Anders, Kent, and I spent our summer like we typically would.

I didn’t know about Calliope, mainly because she didn’t acknowledge me at all.

At least Kent and Anders wanted to spend time with me.

Over those two months of summer, Kent went from fourteen to fifteen, and Anders went from seven to eight.

Oh, and my mom still hadn’t shown.

But she sure the fuck kept taking money out of our account when she needed it, so at least I knew that she was alive.

I rolled over onto my back, and my tank top went one way while my breasts went another.

I hated sleeping in tank tops. Sometimes when I woke up in the morning, my left titty was in the kitchen making breakfast while the right was tangled in the bed sheets.

Well, they weren’t that big, exactly, but since I slept in a threadbare tank top, sometimes they had a mind of their own.

Getting up, I fixed my tank and headed to the bathroom, more than aware that I should’ve put some clothes on first.

However, since my clothes were currently in the dryer, probably still slightly damp because our dryer was shit, I didn’t have much of a choice unless I wanted to take my comforter with me.

Luckily, Kent wasn’t up yet, allowing me to get in the bathroom and get ready to go in the laundry room before waking him up.

Anders, bless her sweet heart, was already up and eating cereal by the time I came back out of the laundry room.

“Good morning,” I said. “Are you excited about school?”

She sighed. “I’m not in the same class as all my friends.”

I grinned. “I know. I made sure you weren’t.”

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