Page 113 of Breakout
“Yeah, class was canceled. Apparently, Professor Morris’s wife went into labor.”
“That’s awesome,” Brett says.
“Yeah, they had a game plan so no classes would be affected, but apparently she went into labor early.” I shrug as I drop my bag next to the couch before sitting down. “What are you guys up to?”
“We were thinking about ordering some food,” Brett says.
“Wyatt should be home anytime now,” Clay says right as the door opens. “Speak of the devil.”
Wyatt pauses right inside the doorway. “What did I do?”
“Nothing, man, they were just saying you were on the way,” I tell him.
Wyatt nods in understanding.
“So food, what does everyone want? I think pizza sounds good personally,” Brett tells us.
“Your love affair with pizza is getting out of hand, man,” Clay teases him.
Brett raises his hand, giving him the middle finger.
Clay bursts out laughing.
“Pizza works for me,” Wyatt says.
“Same. Does it work for you, Clay?”
Clay shrugs. “Sure. I could go for some. Whose turn is it to order?”
“Mine,” I say as I pull out my phone.
I open up the app for the pizza place we like and go to my favorites. I’ve ordered pizza enough times for everyone that I have their preferences saved. When I go to check out, my phone scans my face before automatically entering my credit card information. I wait to see the order go through, but an error pops up on the screen, making me frown.
Card declined.
I go back and enter my debit card information, and once again, it declines.
“What the fuck?” I mutter as I go to open my banking app.
“Everything okay?” Brett asks.
“I don’t know,” I tell him.
When I get logged into my banking app, my heart drops. There, in big bold letters, it tells me there is a freeze on my card due to abnormal banking transactions. It tells me I need to call the bank. As if that’s not bad enough, my usually flush bank account only holds five hundred dollars.
“Holy shit,” I mutter while shaking my head.
“What’s wrong?” Clay asks.
I drop my phone into my lap and rub my hands over my face.
He actually did it. He cut me off. I mean, I knew it, but I didn’t think he’d take my bank account away.
“Dude, speak,” Wyatt demands.
“So you know how things are rough with my dad, right?”
“Yeah, he wants you to follow the path he chose for you like most pretentious assholes,” Brett says.
