Bestie
Krypt nods, a disgusted look on his face. “Those two will be the fuckin’ death of me.”
Dad chuckles. “Should have had girls, I’m tellin’ ya.”
“Had no choice,” Kyrpt mutters. “My swimmers decided boys was the way to go.”
“Weak,” Dad says and Krypt flips him the bird.
“How’s that fuck sandwich who was messing around with you?” Dad asks, blue eyes swinging in my direction. “He still bothering you?”
He’d have to talk to me to bother me. My chest clenches at the thought. Thinking about Michael still hurts. It’s easing, sure, but the fact that he was so careless ... It just makes no sense to me. After everything we shared. I shake my head, pushing the thoughts away. Dwelling on it won’t change it. I’m starting to come to terms with that fact.
“No, he isn’t.”
“So, I don’t get to fuck him up?”
I shake my head with a grin. “No, old man, you do not get to fuck him up.”
“I can, though,” Krypt says, and I shoot him a glare.
“Me too,” Mack adds.
“And me,” Tyke nods.
I sigh and push to my feet. “Bloody bikers.”
I walk into the kitchen, and their laughter follows me.
They drive me crazy, but I don’t know what I’d do without them.
CHAPTER 7
R – My ex is a cunt.
I glance at my phone just before I walk into the restaurant for work. Roman has gone to work, and he’ll be gone for a few days. It sucks not having him around to hang out with. The last few days with him were awesome. They eased something inside me. They took my mind off things.
M – A cunt monkey.
R – Hahaha. Cunt monkey. That’s awesome.
M – Do I need to find her and punch her in the twat? Because I would. I so would.
R – A good twat punch. Lol.
M – It can be arranged. Everything okay?
R – Yeah. It’s a long story. I’ll call you later and tell you. But she text me last night. I haven’t heard much from her, so it kind of came out of the blue.
M – Oh true? That sucks! U okay?
R – Yeah. I’m okay.
M – That’s good. How’s work?
R – Boring. Lol. How are you?
M – About to start my shift! Sucks. Give me a call later, okay?
R – Ok. Have a good day
I tuck my phone into my pocket and head inside to start my shift. The restaurant is already packed. It’s going to be a long afternoon.
I’m right.
It’s a long, draining afternoon. I end up doing two extra hours because it’s so packed. By the time I get out, there are only a few hours until sundown. With aching feet, I move out onto the sidewalk and stop when I see Matilda running towards me, a massive grin on her face. “Sissy!” she cries, throwing herself at me.
I laugh and wrap my arms around her. “It’s not normal to stalk your sister, Tilly. You should know that.”
She laughs and pulls back. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“I’ve got a date.”
She does a little wiggle, and I roll my eyes. “Give me the deets!”
“Want to get some dinner?”
I nod, my stomach grumbling in agreeance. “Yes, yes, I do.”
We walk down to a café nearby and find a table outside, sitting down. A waitress comes right over with a pen and paper in her hands. “Hi there! My name is Sally, and I’ll be your waitress today. Have you eaten here before?”
Matilda and I both nod. We come here all the time. They make the best burgers and milkshakes.
Sally laughs. “Okay then. You make my job easier. What can I get you or would you like time to think about it?”
“Nope,” Matilda says. “We know. We’re easy. Two cheeseburgers and two chocolate milkshakes, please.”
Sally nods. “Perfect!”
She writes it down, takes our menus, and then rushes off. When she’s gone, I turn to Matilda. “So! Tell me about this guy? Where, how, what, when ....”
“Okay,” she says, clapping her hands together. “So I met him a couple of weeks ago, and we have just been talking casually, but today he asked me out!”
“And I didn’t know this why?” I feign hurt, pressing a hand over my heart.
She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t want to jinx it by telling anyone. So, anyway, he is gorgeous. I’m not even joking. He looks like a model.”
I raise my brows. “A model? Seriously?”
She nods, pulling out her phone and showing me a picture of a tall, dark, and extremely handsome guy. He also looks high maintenance and slightly girly. I prefer my men to be, well, men, but Matilda has always preferred the pretty boys. This one fits her perfectly.
“He’s cute,” I say. “What’s his name?”
“TJ. Gosh. He’s so perfect. It’s honestly ridiculous. I don’t know why he’d pick me.”
I stare at my sister. “You’re kidding, right? You’re gorgeous.”
“I know,” she says, flicking her hair playfully. “But he’s like ... beyond gorgeous.”
“Well, I say he got lucky getting you.”
She smiles and her eyes twinkle. “So, what about you? How have things been? Still talking to your new friend?”
“Yeah, I am. We hung out a few times last week. It was so much fun. He’s a cool guy.”
“Still got a crazy ex bothering him?”
I nod, pursing my lips. “Yeah, sadly. He text me before saying she called him last night. He’s going to tell me about it later. Honestly, the stories he tells me, I wonder how she ever held a boyfriend to begin with.”
Matilda raises a hand to her ear and makes a circle in the universal ‘crazy’ gesture. “Crazy?” she murmurs.
“Total crazy. She’s just ... How should I put it? A bitch. A total cow. The things he’s told me, I honestly just can’t understand how anyone can behave like that. I mean, I’m sure he’s not perfect, either, but what she did to him, what she’s continuing to do to him ... It’s wrong.”
“What’s she doing?” Matilda asks, leaning forward and dropping her chin into her hands. “Spill.”
“Well, she broke up with him, right? She’s been seeing another dude. Yet when he asks her to stop contacting him and just let him go, she tells him she can’t. What the fuck is that?”