Page 45 of Pills and Potions: Kase
Another apple hit the ground and rolled under the car.
“I’M NOT PLAYIN’ WITH Y’ALL!” Blyss shouted, breathin’ hard, glasses sliding, tote bag bouncing off her hip.
They weren’t phased though. One chick swung again, clipped my arm with her purse. Another scratched at my chest like she was auditioning for Cats.
Shit had me in full survival mode. That’s when Blyss ran inside again and brought out.
Spencer, my pit bull.He was all muscle and straight death stare. Shawty had both hands on his leash like she was holdin’ back a train with dental floss.
“WAIT—NO—STAY, SPENCER!” Blyss cried, heels skiddin’, socks twisted.
He wasn’t listening.
That dog was on one. Movin’ like he had a personal vendetta against wigs.
“OH HELL NO!”one of the girls screamed.
They turned tail, runnin’ to their car like it was a damn sprint relay. Blyss was screamin’, draggin’ behind him like she was waterskiing in church shoes.
“SPENCER—NO!”
I finally stepped in. “Spencer.”
He stopped and sat down like he had sense. I looked over at Blyss. She was breathin’ hard, ponytail sideways, lips parted, chest pumpin’ like she’d just fought in Wakanda. I took the leash from her trembling hands.
“Next time?”I said with a smirk,“Just throw more apples.”
Before anything else happened, Tuesday grabbed her and started pullin’ her toward the car like this was over.
“What the fuck, man?”Jace said.
“If you kept your dick in your pants, you wouldn’t need a damn fruit squad and canine backup.”
I didn’t answer.
I walked back inside, Spencer trottin’ behind me like nothin’ happened. I still didn’t know what the hell was goin’ on with me. Why I couldn’t stop talkin’ feelings and acting all strange, but I knew one thing for sure, Blyss had my back.
Chapter 14
Blyss Monroe
Risking my life by grabbing a pit bull and chasing off a group of women who looked like they could beat me down just by breathing? Beyond foolish.However, I couldn’t let Kase get hurt. Watching him fumble through that chaos, unable to slick-talk his way out for once, was funny as hell. The smooth-talker was trapped, by a dog, his pride, and a little powdered magic. I dropped my head, cracking up just thinking about it. ThatMirror Mepotion was really working. Since this was the last day, I had to make it count. I invited Kase over for some actual alone time. There was a knock at the door just as I took the pill I’d gotten from Old Man Nelson. It was supposed to make me feel sexy and would last for two hours, just enough time to make a memory or a mistake. After chasing it with some water, I sipped it down and swallowed. It tingled on the way down, like some sort of mint and mischief. I swung the door open, still low-key coughing, and there he was. Kase stormed in, lookin’ like life had just clotheslined him in the parking lot.
“Kase, what happened to you?” I blinked at the dark stain on his pants and the wild in his eyes.
He looked like he’d just escaped a sitcom disaster.
“Man,” he groaned. “I spilled my drink all over myself.”
“Oh, you did?” I folded my arms, a smirk creeping in.
“Yeah, I went to reach for it, and it slipped like it had beef with me. That’s not even the worst part. I tried to mac with this chick right after, and she called me corny.Me, Blyss.Kase.”
Itriednot to laugh. I swear I did. But a snort escaped before I could stop it.
“Damn. You out here livin’ your villain origin story.”
He looked wounded, like I just punted his ego.
