Page 15 of Kiss My Crown
If I ever wanted kids, working at this job definitely stomped every single ounce of that out of me.
Pulling my regular clothes back on, I breathe a sigh of relief that today is over. The girls walk over to me, and we head out to the parking lot.
“I swear I have never needed a wine night more.” I groan. I haven’t told them about Justin and at this point I don’t know that I will. They would never let me live it down.
“You say that every single time.” Melanie laughs as we climb into the car.
“And I mean it. This place is an alternative to checking yourself into the looney bin. Every day I think the level of crazy is at the max and then someone else proves me wrong.”
Dani rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah, well, we were hoping the bitch might die down some after you got laid.”
The entire car erupts into laughter as we head toward our second home, the liquor store. We grab three bottles, one for each of us, because let’s be honest, to have a real wine night where you’re on your ass you need your own bottle. Plus, honestly, I’ve never been good at the whole sharing thing.
“Pizza should be here in like ten minutes,” Melanie says as we walk through the door of the apartment.
“Yeah, well, as much as I love these nights they are starting to take a toll on me. I’m losing my thigh gap and starting to get chub rub,” Dani says from behind me.
“Did you really just say that? You sound like some dumbass article online for a miracle weight loss supplement. Get rid of your chub rub in thirty days and have the thigh gap you see in all the Victoria’s Secret magazines.” I wave my hand around dramatically.
“You know what I don’t get about Victoria’s Secret?” Mel says as she plops on the couch. I walk over next to her and sit down. “None of them have big boobs. I mean, for a bra company all their models have like a B-cup, maybe a C with all the padding in those things.” She shrugs as I shake my head.
“Very true, but that’s because all the models are a size zero, which let’s be honest isn’t a real size, it’s barely even a real number. Anyway you can’t have big boobs when you’re that tiny, unless you buy them.” I laugh as Mel looks down at her B-cup and tiny waist.
“Okay, bitches, phones on the counter.” We turn around to Dani with her hands on her hips.
“You aren’t seriously sticking to that shit, are you?” I cock an eyebrow at her.
“Hell yes. Last time you snapped that picture of me drunk and looking like a T-Rex then posted it online. There is no way in hell I’m giving you the chance to do that again.”
I shake my head. “Please, it was up for like a half an hour. No one noticed.”
“Oh, yeah? Coming from the screenshot slut?” Her eyes move from me to the counter repeatedly.
“Fine, whore.” I stand up and slap my phone down on the counter.
“You too, goody two-shoes, you get frisky after a couple glasses,” she yells over to Melanie.
A knock sounds at the door and I walk over to grab the pizzas. When I open it there’s a kid standing there who looks like he just got his license yesterday. His hair is slicked back and if I had to guess he is probably a huge douche. “Hey, how much?” I grab some cash out of my jeans pocket and look at him expectantly.
“I usually say that to girls like you.” The sleazeball winks at me.
Yep, totally a douche.
My mouth drops open. I grab the boxes from his hand. “That’d be why you’re still a virgin. Now this can end like the rest of your dates with you paying for my food and leaving with blue balls.” I kick the door closed before I decide to put my foot somewhere else. “I cannot believe that little jackass.”
The girls are laughing as I open the boxes and grab my wine glass. Mel flips on some trash reality TV show that you really don’t need to pay attention to, to know what’s going on. As much as I can’t stand being a part of drama, I love to watch it. Whether it’s scrolling Facebook and watching the idiots fight in the comments, or reading the constant rants that no one cares about just because everyone wants attention. As long as it isn’t me, it’s pure entertainment.
The only thing better than that is watching the two pageant moms on the screen about to throw punches because one of their goats shit on the ballroom floor.
Yes, it’s really happening.
We all talk about the park and the people there. Since we’re all in different divisions we seem to always have different gossip, and let’s be honest, nothing is better than avoiding your own problems and making fun of someone else’s.
“So tell us about this guy. What’s his deal?” Mel turns to me.
I groan internally, knowing that this was going to come up eventually. “Not much to say. We are just taking stuff slow.”
“Jesus, you sound like a safe sex commercial,” Dani says. “Just give us the details. You know we’ll get them anyway. Where’s he from? What does he do?”
