Page 11 of Lost Soul

“Ohhhhh no. Not a fuckin’ chance, Hay,” I laugh, parking the truck outside Bernie’s. I’m still laughing to myself as we walk across the lot towards the door.

“You know if I ask Daddy…” she starts, still trying to be cute as she jogs to catch up with me, I did wonder how long it would take for the brat I know and love to show up. She will try to pull the princess card, and she should know by now it won’t work on me. So, I play back the only way I know.

“Yeah, he’d make me go babysit you. And Hayley, I would babysit you… Club style,” I warn, opening the door and stepping aside for her to enter the diner. She rolls her eyes at me because she knows I’ve won and the girl hates being defeated. We walk straight to our usual booth, and I wait for her next brainwave to hit.

The place is crammed on a Friday, but our booth was always left empty. Our waitress, Debbie, makes us priority and our regular order is placed in front of us within ten minutes of us sitting down. I’m just about to sink my teeth into the best burger in the state when the bell above the door makes me look up, and I see my other Friday afternoon treat step inside.

I know jack shit about the girl, just that there’s something that makes her real fuckin’ special, and that I fail to be capable of concentrating on a damn thing whenever I see her. She never notices me, in fact, I sometimes wonder if she notices anything at all. Whoever she is, she seems completely detached from her surroundings, and oblivious to the damage she could do to a guy, especially one like me.

She’s nothing like the girls who hang out at the club. The ones pushing their lips and tits together, begging to be noticed. She moves as though she doesn’t want to be seen, like she’s content to fade into the background. But she fails to with me. There ain’t words to describe her, not ones that I know how to put into a sentence anyway. Just that she’s fucking beautiful, so beautiful that every time I see her I wonder if I made her up.

Today, like all the times I’ve seen her, her long blonde hair is pulled up off her face, tied up in a neat bun on top of her head. She’s got that real English-rose complexion, light, milky skin that my fingers twitch to reach out and touch, to test if it feels as soft as it looks. Her iris’s illuminate her eyes, making them pop from beneath the black-rimmed glasses that sit over the bridge of her delicate little nose.

I can’t help picturing her pink, naturally full lips wrapped around my cock whenever I look at them. And it ain’t helped at all by the fact that every time I see her, she’s chewing down on the bottom one.

Today is no different from the other Fridays. She glides into Bernie’s completely unnoticed by everyone except me. I don’t understand how it’s possible, but I don’t take it for granted. I’d hate anyone else looking at her the way I do, maybe even enough to kill whoever tried. The girl is my undiscovered treasure, and that’s exactly how I want her to stay.

I watch her settle into a booth, pulling out her laptop from her shoulder bag followed by a textbook that she opens up, and sets to work.

“Um… earth to Jessie.” Hayley’s voice becomes clearer when she clicks her fingers in front of my face, breaking my focus from the girl. “Have you even been listening to me?”

“Sorry. What were you saying?” I shake myself back to reality.

“I said… please… Jessie. Like I’m actually prepared to beg you. Everyone at the club gets to have fun, when do I ever get mine?” she points out, again, trying the ‘poor princess’ look through batting eyelashes.

“Hay, do you know who that girl is? The one in the booth over to the right, blonde, glasses, wearing the red hoodie.” I don’t actually mean to ignore Hayley’s question this time, and I’m not sure why now, after months of seeing the girl, I decide to share her with Hayley. My mouth just blurted out the question before my head caught up enough to stop it.

“Who, her?” Hayley cocks her head towards the girl looking gob smacked.

“Yeah, her,” I whisper, trying to hush down her voice, I don’t want the girl to hear us. When I glance over to check that she hasn’t, and I find her with her lips wrapped around her straw sucking her milkshake through her cheeks, my cock goes into fucking spasm.

“I don’t know her name, she takes an English class with me though. No one really speaks to her, she’s weird. I mean she doesn’t even wear makeup, and don’t even get me started on her dress sense, it’s tragic.” Hayley picks up a fry and dunks it deep into her strawberry shake, it always makes me cringe when she does that.

“Find out more about her for me?” I lean forward, whispering because I suddenly feel embarrassed.

“You’re kidding, right?” Hayley’s eyes peek up at me through her bangs, a mocking grin on her lips.

“No, I ain’t fucking kidding, I wanna know about her,” I hiss.

“But why?” Hayley shakes her head in confusion. “Unless… wait this isn’t club shit, is it? ‘Coz you know my daddy wouldn’t want me involved.” She holds up both her hands and despite trying hard not to let it show, I can see the thought excites her.

“No… it’s not club shit. This is personal,” I tell her seriously. “Just find out what you can for me. Yeah? And Hay… don’t tell anyone, this has gotta stay between us, okay?”

“I thought you and your ‘brothers’ shared everything,” she points out sarcastically.

“I mean it, Hay, not even your dad,” I warn.

“And what’s it worth?” she teases, leaning forward on the table, and resting her chin on her knuckles.

“It’s worth me not telling your daddy that you asked Nyx to hook you up with a fake ID the other week.” I grin back. Hayley looks unimpressed by my offer, but also a little shocked that I knew about it. Of course, I fucking know, it’s my business to fucking know.

“I never had you down as a rat, Jessie,” she says, her head tipping to the side and one of her eyebrows rising higher than the other.

“Okay, okay. So how about…” I can’t believe what I’m about to suggest, “…You get the info on the girl and as a thank you, I’ll work on getting you to that party tomorrow night.” I take my own turn at swallowing defeat, and watch Hayley’s eyes light up like fireworks.

“You will?” she checks, excitement raising her tone by a few decimals.

“Yeah, well, I’ll agree to wait outside for you, I ain’t goin’ into no lame ass party. And you will give me no reason to have to.” I throw her a stern look.

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