Page 40 of Saved By A Small Town Country Boy
“Are you coming with me or what?”
“Fine.” It’s not like I have anything else to do anyway. Getting up from the bed, I went and grabbed a pair of black leggings and a black t-shirt.
“I’ll be waiting for you in the living room,” she said and left the room. I got dressed and put on her purple bob wig. The shit looked a hot ass mess, but I went with it for now. Grabbing my phone and wallet, I left the room.
Reese sat in the living room with Prada in her lap. Even she had on a pink wig.
“Now you’re just taking things too far.”
“Relax. Prada isn’t going anywhere with us. She’s just gon’ get us caught anyway.”
“Why do I have a feeling that you’re about to have us doing something that’ll land us in jail?” My brow lifted, but she couldn’t see it because it hid behind the ugly ass bangs on this wig.
“Just come on. We’ll be back, Prada.” She nosey nuzzled her before placing her on the couch and lifting to her feet. I didn’t even do all that with Prada. Maybe that explains why she’d been spending so much time with Reese.
I followed her out the door and hopped into her truck. She backed out the driveway and drove for a good thirty minutes before she turned on a dirt road and cut her headlights.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on? It’s too dark down here for you not to have any lights on. Are you trying to hit a deer or get us killed?”
“Relax. This is a private driveway. I can’t pull up with my lights on or else he’ll see me.”
“He?”
“Yeah. I owe this mufucka a hard time.” She eased on down the driveway, and that’s when I saw the house come into view. The bitch was huge. All the lights were damn near on inside. There’s a Chevrolet pickup truck and a Jeep Wrangler parked in the driveway.
“Whose house is this, Reese?”
“Creed’s.” Finally, an answer.
The truck stopped in the middle of the road. I saw a brown micro pit bull running around the yard. When it noticed the truck, it stopped and stared in our direction. He barked ’til Reese got out the truck. She leaned down and clapped her hands,beckoning for the dog to come to her. It ran full speed to her, and she scooped it up into her arms and brought it back to the truck. Opening the back door, she placed the dog on the back seat and jumped into the driver’s seat. Without a second thought, she pulled straight down the driveway and stopped directly behind Creed’s car. Reaching into the back seat, she grabbed a bag off the floor and rested it between the seats.
I watched her as she opened that bag and displayed two cartons of eggs. “Help me egg his shit.”
“You mind telling me what he could’ve done to you for you to be out here behaving like this?”
“Just help me. I’ll explain later,” she said and got out of the truck with one carton in her hand.
Grabbing the other carton of eggs, I got out behind her. She wasted no time tossing the eggs against his vehicles, so I did the same.
“I can’t believe you really have me out here doing this.” I’ve never done anything like this in my life. Yeah, I’ve flattened a tire or two or maybe bust out a window, but egging? I didn’t really see the point in it, but I guess she wanted to do something that wouldn’t cause too much damage to him.
Reese lunged the final egg at Creed’s Jeep, and we ran back to her truck. She backed out the driveway just as someone came out of the house. I couldn’t see who they were because they turned ant-sized rather quickly. The speed she was backing up was beyond over the speed limit. I’m guessing that she didn’t want him to see her.
Soon as she made it to the end of the driveway, she whipped around and burned rubber to get away. I looked back and realized the dog was still in her back seat. “And what do you plan on doing with him?”
“I’m holding him hostage ’til he apologizes.”
“So you’re kidnapping?” We stared at each other and erupted into laughter. This was some insane shit.
When we made it back home, I slipped the wig from my head. She grabbed the dog from the back seat and carried it into the house. Prada barked her little ass off at that dog as Reese took it into her bedroom and closed it in. Prada wasn’t too friendly when it came to other dogs. Some humans she didn’t like as well. She’d turn like she was vicious if she felt like someone was a threat.
I tossed the wig onto the couch and picked Prada up to help calm her nerves. She licked my chin as I carried her to my bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I laughed, thinking about the crime I just committed with Reese. It may have been insane, but it took my mind off the things that were happening.
“He ate my chicken salad,” Reese said from the doorway, gaining my attention.
“Are you serious? You did all that because he ate your chicken salad?”
“Damn right. He shouldn’t have touched my shit. He ate it on purpose. He saw my name on there. When I went to pick it up from Mrs. Redwick, he’d eaten all of it and left me with an empty container, so I had to get him back.”
