Page 20 of Bullet
I haven’t been fine in a long time. Not since my mom died.
“All right, well, if you change your mind, the party starts at noon. I’ll send you the information just in case.”
“All right, thanks for calling, and remember, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I tease.
Skyla laughs. “So that means my options are open.”
Hanging up the phone, I let it fall to the bed as I turn over and stare at my ceiling. Last night, things with Bullet got out of hand. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I never want to hurt him, but it seems like that’s all I do nowadays.
I should apologize.
I force myself to get out of bed and head toward the bathroom. After showering off my regret from yesterday and getting dressed, I head out to the living room looking for him. Only I freeze when I see a strange guy sitting in my living room.
“Who the fuck are you?” I snap.
The guy looks up at me, and his eyes widen. “Uh, I’m the prospect. I was sent here to look over you.”
Prospect? He sent a fucking prospect to look after me? He couldn’t even plan to be here himself?
Anger fills me.
“Where is Bullet?” I manage to say through gritted teeth.
“He had to go to the clubhouse. Something came up. Can I help you with anything?” He perks up, looking eager.
Help me?I laugh at the thought in my head. I’m so far past needing help, it’s not even funny. Once again, somebody has broken my trust. They promised to be there for me and they left. After last night, I assumed he would be here this morning for us to continue that conversation. For me to apologize to him and make a plan.
Anger rushes through my veins. You know what? If he can break his promise, I can break mine too.
A plan starts to form in the back of my mind, and I take a step back. “No, I’m good. I’m just gonna grab something to eat and then go back to my room.”
The prospect frowns. “Are you sure? I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. I can go hang out somewhere else until Bullet comes back.”
“No, you’re good. Make yourself at home. After all, a friend of the club is a friend of my family,” I say with a sugary sweet tone.
He smiles. “That is really kind of you. Thank you.”
I walk around him and head into the kitchen. As I look around, it hits me like a ton of bricks that for the first time in a long time the place is clean. There’s no trash on any table. There are no empty beer or liquor bottles littering the floor, nothing.
Did he really clean? Did he really go through all of our things?
My rage builds. How dare he? Who the hell does he think he is? What right does he think he has to go through our house and clean it?
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and look at the text on the screen.
Skyla: In case your plans fall through. *winky face*
A devious smile crosses my face.
You know what? If he can break his promises I can too.
Me: You know what, I’ll be there. Pick me up on the street behind my house. You know how my dad is.
Skyla: Yay! You know we’ll have so much fun. Text me when you’re ready and I’ll pick you up.
Me: Will do.
After eating a quick snack, I head back up to my room and get ready for the party. I put on the smallest pink checkered bikini I own and a pair of black Daisy Dukes. Then I put on a pair of high-top black Chuck Taylors. Gathering my blonde hair, I put it into two space buns on the top of my head. Since it’s a pool party, I go light on makeup, but I still rim my eyes with the black coal liner.
