Page 34 of The Tenth Circle
I do love a good fight.
Jimi Hendrix
Well good because I have every intention of punching you in the face for invading my privacy.
Me
*cry laughing emoji*
Me
It’s gonna be a fun year Jimi Hendrix…I can feel it in my boner.
Like I said, Hendrix Montgomery has done her share of trying to provoke me. To convince herself she doesn’t want me.
That she doesn’t hit the pillow at night wishing I was on top of her making her purr like a pretty kitty.
“Just say you ordered the fucking pizza!” Levi barks next to me, once again breaking me out of thought.
Riggs tosses the lit joint at him. “Why you gotta go and shit on my ending? I was about to tell him I got the guy to throw in an extra two liter.”
Sliding the phone back into my Letterman, I look up to find Riggs flipping off Levi.
“The owner of Patrizio’s is a deacon and your father’s a right wing conservative about to run for Governor…pretty sure he’d hand you the blood of Christ if you asked him nicely.”
Riggs waves me off. “Nah, man. Pop’s totally progressive.”
Yeah. In shutting down Planned Parenthood.
Levi whistles and juts his head toward the other side of the football field. “Guess we’re not the only ones who changed our plans…”
I look over to find my little Jimi Hendrix strolling arm-in-arm with herall time boy bestie, Archer Beaumont.
She’s got a cigarette in her other hand, blowing the smoke up to the sky, laughing at whatever kind of lame ass jokes drama club nerds enjoy telling.
Like the force of a magnet, I’m jogging down the bleachers, and Hendrix’s back is already tensing by the time I jump off the bottom. Levi and Riggs don’t bother following behind, mostly because they know I use a minimum of twenty minutes making Hendrix squirm, and they have a pizza to get in ten.
Hendrix breaks free of her hold on Archer to pick up her pace, but thanks to months of training, my legs are stronger.
“Where’s the fire, Jimi?” I ask when I reach her on the field.
“Preferably up your ass,” she shoots back, flicking her cigarette.
With a friendly punch to Archer, my arm wraps around Hendrix’s shoulder as I fall in stride.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you miss me?”
She shoves me off. “Like I’d miss a hemorrhoid.”
“I did warn you about shoving those sticks up your ass.”
Hendrix whirls around, forcing me to stop short.
“What do you want, Letterman? As you can see…I’m busy avoiding you.”
“Always so angry.”
“Maybe that’s because I spent the entire school year withyouup my ass.”
