Page 12 of One of Them Girls

As I walk toward my room, all I can think about is how dangerous a guy like him could be.

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Xavier

“What areyour plans for this weekend?” Jack asks.

I shrug. “Nothing planned really. Thought I might see if Cassi wanted to hang.”

“Cassi, huh?” He wiggles his brows at me.

“It’s not like that. She’s a really chill girl who’s fun to hang out with.”

“Sure. It doesn’t hurt that she has a nice rack either.”

I toss a pillow at him.

He holds up his hands. “Hey. Didn’t know you were that into her.”

“I’m not. It’s not like that. We’re friends.”

He sits down on his bed facing me. “Listen, you keep telling yourself that, but let me give you a warning. Cassi seems like one of them girls.”

“One of what girls?”

He chuckles. “I forget you’re a city boy. We call girls like Cassi, one of them girls. She’s down to earth, can hang with the boys, and is just as likely to chop your balls off than kiss you. She’s a pistol, that’s for sure, but when you get you one of them girls? It’s done. Game over. They are the type you would be stupid not to marry. Especially if she gives you the time of day. Cassi is one of them girls.”

“That’s a lot of thinking for you, bud. Your brain okay over there?” I joke.

He shakes his head, standing to go to his dresser. “Laugh it up, X. Those girls are once in a lifetime. Meet them at the wrong time and you could miss out on the best thing in your life. I hope I don’t meet one of them girls until I’m at least thirty. I want to sow my wild oats. Feel my freedom. Don’t get locked down by one of them girls, X. Don’t do it.”

“You’re reading way too much into this. Cassi’s just a friend. I’m not looking for anything right now.”

“Sure. Whatever you say. I’ll be at the bar if you need me.”

With that, he leaves.

Picking up my phone, I call Cassi.

“Hey, what’s up?” Her voice comes over the phone.

“Nothing much. How was your day?” I ask.

“Good. Classes droned on forever. I’m so glad it’s Friday.”

“Same. What are you up to this weekend?”

“Tonight I’m watching movies with Mara. Then tomorrow I’m going on a hike, so I’ll probably crash early tomorrow night. Why? What’s up?”

“Nothing. Hiking, huh? You’re not scared of bugs and snakes?” I tease.

She chuckles. “Hell no. I can handle myself with a few forest critters. Maybe if a bear came along, it would worry.”

I shake my head, laughing. “Of course. You can take on the world.”

“Damn right. I may be five-foot-five, but I pack a mean punch.”

“Okay, Rocky Balboa. Calm down over there. Where are you going hiking?”

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