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“Yay,” we all say.
“He will now be known as Prospect One. Do we want to accept Keith Ard as a prospect?”
“Yay.”
“He will now be known as Prospect Two. Do we want to accept Steven Diaz as a prospect?”
“Yay.”
“He will now be known as Prospect Three. I will call them in and get them acclimated. Are there any other topics that should be discussed?”
When no one speaks, he bangs his gavel.
“Dismissed.”
I head out of the room but stop when I hear Loyal call my name.
“What’s up, bro?” I ask.
“I need a favor. Can you run and grab the bag from Tires to Go for me?”
I smile. “Why, you got a hot date?”
When his face starts to turn red, I realize I might have hit the nail on the head.
“Wait, do you really? Is she hot? I want to know all about her. You are so tight-lipped about what you like that I’m dying to know what girl caught your attention.”
“I don’t have a fucking date. Get the fucking bag for me and fuck off.”
I chuckle as I watch him walk away.
Boy’s got it bad.
Sitting on the floor, I lean forward and grab the arches of my feet. I hiss as the muscles in my back pull tight. When I was younger, I thought stretching before doing anything was dumb, but now I love it. I love how it makes me feel.
The sound of glass shattering makes me tense, and when the shouting starts, my heart drops to the floor.
“You ruined my life!” my mother rages, chucking a glass at my head.
I duck before it can hit me, but I’m still hit with glass shards as it shatters on impact against the wall.
“Why? Why do you always try to take what’s mine, huh? Why do you have to be a greedy little whore?
“I’m not a whore! If anyone is, it’s you!”
Mom laughs manically. “You think that’s an insult? Like I haven’t heard it before? Please, I own that shit, and it’s about time you do too.”
NO! I can’t go back there. Not right now.I think as I push the memory away.
Even though I know I shouldn’t, I get up. On shaky legs I head to the front of the house. My breath catches at the scene in front of me.
Tables are turned over, and the bodyguards are restraining a man as chaos ensues.
“What happened?” I ask no one specifically.
“What? Like it’s not obvious?” Misty scoffs.
“I mean, yeah, it’s clear that someone started shit, but that doesn’t tell me what happened,” I snap back.
