Page 110 of The Deceptions
"SUV," he murmurs back, cocking his head. "Why?"
"Because I need to use it."
"At three in the morning? What you got? A booty call at a bar? Please don't give me the details..." he trails off when my face twists.
"No. I need fucking tampons," I whisper-hiss.
He pales, holding up his hands. "I thought we had a brother-sister agreement to never talk about that. Oh, and your sex life. My sex life. But periods are at the top."
"You asked," I say, sending him a glare as he fishes keys out of his pocket.
"Here. Just don't… Nope. I'm not saying it. Have fun. Don't get caught. I'll take care of Simon." he looks through the window as Simon continues to laugh himself into a damn coma. "I gotta make sure he doesn't yack again. I kinda like the guy." He looks at Simon affectionately.
"That means you're going to visit more often, doesn't it?" I ask, getting to my feet from the crouching position.
"What? You act like you don't want to see me all the time." He grins. "Good luck."
And with that, he climbs through the window, helps Simon to his feet, and makes his way through the open door. Weird. I wonder what the story is with that. An empty dorm room for kids to climb in and out of.
Whatever the case, I need to get tampons ASAP.
It's confirmed.The world is against me. The moment I reach the parking lot to commandeer Jordy's SUV, I see the security guards making their rounds. Hell, they even stop two classmates and reprimand them for being out, giving them a slip of paper. A ticket, I think. So much for using a vehicle to get me to the corner store. A walk is good for me, right?
Damn.
I need a strawberry margarita, ice cream, cookies, and a whole lot of pain medication. All in that order. And immediately. Why can't teleportation exist? Ugh.
I rub my temple when I enter the slightly busy convenience store, which is strange for the middle of the night. The bright fluorescent lights buzz above me. Several people move through the aisles with snacks in their hands. The lone worker resting behind the counter greets me with a tight smile as I enter.
Yeah, buddy. I don't blame you. It's way too late to be perky and welcoming.
Especially after the long walk here.
It took me ten minutes to get here when it could have taken seconds with Jordy's car. Mentally, I'm sending bad vibes toward the police officers for car-blocking me. Sure, they're there for our safety. But ugh. I just want to sleep and get this little trip over with. Listen, I get it. They want to keep everyone alive.
Thankfully, no one else was on the road. Not a driver. Walker. Nothing. Just me and the night sky getting acquainted once again. It was oddly silent and comforting to my psyche after being surrounded by people all night, bumping into me. Oh, and the asshole who fought me. Can't forget him. I wonder how old Brutus is holding up after going limp against me.
Speaking of, my jaw twinges with pain as I walk down the aisles, searching for everything I might need. With the long list of stuff in my head, I grabbed a small basket to hide it in. Hopefully, no one else from the fights has the same idea and comes here. Although it's pretty quiet and emptying out. A few rogue murmurs here and there float through the air, but they're aisles away.
A sharp cramp in my guts almost takes me out, zinging like lightning through me. Fuck. I hold a hand to the side of my stomach and grimace, eyeing the space around me. I'm not regular by any means. Even the birth control pills I take don't make me any more regular like they were supposed to. One month, it'll show and nearly kill me. And then not show up for another three months. It's chaotic at best. So, I knew this day would come. I didn't expect it to happen so soon. The only indication I ever get is the slight bloating of my stomach and the twinges of pain in my uterus.
I should have known it was on the horizon. But with all the craziness of this new job, I didn't even notice. Maybe I needto wear baggy pants and t-shirts more often. They're way more comfortable, and my bloat is less noticeable.
That's the only thing that will be unnoticeable. How the hell am I supposed to hide pads and tampons from my manly roommates? Not to mention, there are no locks on our doors, and I'll be curled up in the fetal position for at least two to five days trying to find relief. You know what? Add a heating pad to my list. I grab one from the shelf and toss it into my small basket, heading straight for the feminine products aisle. I keep my eyes peeled, but no one my age is out right now. Especially not here.
"Finally," I mutter, grabbing a box of super tampons and tossing them into my basket. As my eyes browse the other sizes, the hairs on my neck stand on end like someone is watching me. Before I can turn to look, my watcher speaks.
"You," a familiar, gruff voice says behind me, startling me until I turn around. I blink several times, watching Dane stand there with a scowl and several pints of Rocky Road ice cream under his arm.
"You," I automatically say back with a startled look. I'm sure I look like a deer caught in the damn headlights.
Get your shit together, Olivia. You're a man in the tampon aisle.Dane looks me up and down with a weird expression twisting his face. Great. He's thinking the same exact thing.
"The fuck are you looking at tampons for?"
That's rude as hell. I don't know why he hates me so damn much, but I need to figure it out. He thinks I'm a waste of space because of my scholarship student status. Now, he's going to think I'm an even bigger freak for buying tampons and pads. This whole remaining under-the-radar thing isn't working out, especially with my roommates.
Case in point—Dane.
