Page 274 of Fragments
“Your friends are stupid.” Ren giggles at my side. “I love it.”
ClarkKenteatsmyass: I just need his help and I can’t find his info anywhere. Have you guys heard from him?
DamnDatTony: Not often, but he has a new Discord…
LuckyShot: It’s ShyGuyCy
“Aww!” I squeal, immediately adding him as a friend and typing out a message.
ClarkKenteatsmyass: Good looks, fellas.
DamnDatTony: Lemme guess, you’re gonna ghost again?
I smirk.
ClarkKenteatsmyass: No way, nay nay.
ClarkKenteatsmyass: Just give me a bit to get a good encryption going. And like the Terminator… I’ll be back ;)
Peeking at Ren, I wink while he purrs in my ear, “Comewith me if you want to live…”
A snorting laugh bursts out of me, and I grab his face. “There is no conceivable way I could love you more.”
“God, the traffic here is horrendous,” Ren gripes as we get out of the car, stretching our limbs.
“Says the guy from New York.” I grin, thanking the Uber driver with a wave.
“New York traffic is like the Autobahn compared to this.” Ren grabs my hand while we trudge up the walkway of the giant house.
“Hey, just be gladwedidn’t have to drive.” I pull in a deep breath to calm my flinging nerves.
“That’s true…” he sighs. “I can’t believe your online friend you’ve never met in real life sent a car to pick us up.”
“He’s a good dude,” I murmur, stopping in front of the door. “Just be polite, okay? I don’t know what to expect, and we could really use a win.”
“Who are you talking to??” Ren chirps. “I’m a treasure.”
I roll my eyes, though I can’t stop grinning. I’ve been all smiles for the past two days. Despite not knowing howanythingin my life is going to pan out, I’m back with my boyfriend, kissing and touching and bickering nonstop. It’s just the best, and quite frankly, it’s difficult to see any of the negative with this one great big flaming ball of awesomeness in our arsenal.
We’re out of prison, in the real world, together.
Everything else can suck my butt.
Holding my breath, I ring the doorbell, fidgeting in place. Ren’s right… Itisnerve-racking to be meeting an online friend in real life. Especially when you’re fresh out of prison and have completely forgotten how to act around people who aren’t criminals.
Let’s just hope Cyrus isn’t horrified by us…
The door opens, and we’re greeted by a tall, shirtless dude with golden hair, muscles for days, and brilliant ocean eyes.
I think we just opened the door to an Instagram model’s feed.
Ren squeezes my hand.
“Holy crap, you’re Tauren Vance,” I murmur as realization dawns, and I freeze in my state of star-struck.
He smiles kindly. “You must be… Lex Luthor.” His gaze narrows teasingly, and I giggle the uncoolest sound I’ve ever made.
“I love your tattoos…” Ren’s head tilts, gaze sliding down Tauren’s exposed torso, following the stars of ink disappearing into his sweatpants.
