Page 113 of Lucky Shot
“I definitely wouldn’t hate it, Pretty. I would love nothing more than if you felt comfortable enough to wear a dress at our wedding.”
He inhales and looks at me with wide eyes.
“Not that I’m asking right now,” I add. “But I can definitely see us together for the rest of our lives. That includes a wedding. With you in the most stunning dress that you can imagine.”
He swallows. For a minute, he simply stares at me with doe eyes. “Everyone will see.”
I nod. “Yes. Everyone will see.”
Pretty takes a breath and nods. “I don’t want you to see until I… until that moment. But maybe a first look? I love those pictures people do.”
“Whatever you want, precious,” I murmur, bringing his mouth to mine. “All I want is to make you happy until I take my last breath. Will you let me do that, Pretty Boy?”
I feel the drop of his tear on my cheek. “Yes,” he says, voice shaking. “Yes, please.”
THIRTY-FOUR
NOAH
I’m trying desperatelyto ignore the fact that today is our last day together. Tonight is our last night. We won’t be in the same place until the end of October.
And I hate it. Everything inside me is twisting. Everything. I feel so fucking listless and… terrified.
I can hear Demi’s reassurances. I repeat them to myself over and over and over again until it’s like a chant. A comforting blanket that wraps around me.
It never seems to fully push the dread away completely, though. It’s always still there, lingering and peeking at me. Poking. Whispering that we’re going to fall apart.
The last week has only been Demi and I. Roux went back to school and Gabe went… somewhere. Home, maybe? Roux chose to live in the dorms, so I don’t think Gabe is with him, though I heard something about the school having communal living dorms instead of roommates. So there were three or four rooms surrounding a living space.
All universities should be like that. It’s just unhealthy that they force two to four people in those tiny ass spaces. Even prisoners have more room than that.
Right now, Demi is at Sid’s house. I didn’t go to the barbeque last weekend as I said I wasn’t going to. But since Roux was already gone, I was at his house alone. It was fine. I logged into Second World and passed the time trying to earn points to level up.
I’m currently sitting in bed and tapping away at my phone. Not doing anything in particular as I wait for Demi to get back.
As I’m floating through social media, a message from Loren flashes across my screen, so I open it.
Loren Van Doren
Trevor’s name is Daniel Rollins-Alabaster. He’s a serial offender with a whole laundry list of charges against him and an equally long one of restraining orders. Turns out he’s actually thirty though he very obviously passes for a man ten years younger and can easily convince those around him he’s a college student. He didn’t attend Marley State. Nor was he an employee. I’ve yet to find where he actually resided, but I have a feeling he was living off your friend and others.
Me
That’s disgusting. Thank you.
Loren Van Doren
You’re welcome. He’s been neutralized so your friend can rest easy.
Me
What does that mean?
Loren Van Doren
Don’t ask questions, Noah. Just say thank you.
Me
