Page 30 of Not Your Romeo
“How the fuck do you know?” Henny barked back, marching toward me.
Sean sounded well amused from the other end of the line; his laughter barely contained at times.
“Because– It fucking says psychology, bright ass. She studies Horticulture. Plants and shit.
“She’s probably in her dorm,” Sean spoke up, his tone still giddy. “I’m glad she has you two looking out for her. Sounds like a flock of hens over there. Good luck to you lads.”
He hung up in my ear and I shook my head.
“Thanks. Lotta fuckin’ help there, Sean,” I mumbled, defeatedly.
“What?” Henny snapped.
“He said she’s in her dorm, but he didn’t say which one.” I hit redial and tried to pretend like I had a bit of patience to spare.
“Fuck, I got this,” Henny waved, taking out his phone.
I hoped he did, because Sean sure didn’t answer.
“Hey, beautiful,” Henny smiled, and his tone radiated, “How you been?”
I rolled my eyes and huffed.
“Yeah? I was in your neck of the woods with my friend. We were here to pick up his girl and we forgot to get her dorm details. Now we’re just standing out here lookin’ stupid. You think you could help me out?”
I could hear the outrage and occasional curse on the other end of the line as Henny was called a liar, a player, and everything else under the sun. He playfully laughed and reassured her with the performance of a lifetime.
“I did not. Babe– I did not call you to get directions to another bitch’s place. I told you. I’m here with Zig.”
“Where?” I cringed as the possessive question was screamed at him.
Henny’s brows rose and he moved to hang up the phone.
“Don’t you dare,” I hissed, causing his jaw to set.
“Fuckin’ hell. We’re in the square!” he barked, before hanging up on her and glaring at me. “Ooh. I hate her. Not as much as I hate you right now, but I swear to God–”
I laughed and nodded, “I know. I appreciate it, though.”
“Mhm.” He groaned, before fixing that one good eye on some passing ass.
“Just be cool. Entertain it long enough to get me the address. I’m beggin’.”
I’d never seen a chick bust Henny’s balls. It was a little humorous, and any other time, I might have enjoyed stirring the pot a little, if I didn’t have so much going on myself.
Five minutes later, a scrawny thing with fancy nails and lined, green eyes descended upon us.
“I know you meant to come see me after you tracked down his girl.” She folded her arms and dramatically sulked.
Henny sighed, and started to glance away, but I cut him a look and he pulled that flirty smile right out of his ass.
“Where you think I was headed after I get him settled?”
He even managed the dimples. She slinked forward, reached up for his neck and laid one on him right there in the square. My mouth twitched and I tried to focus on the geese creating havoc by the pond.
“Who’s the lucky girl?” She purred, and I realized she was lookin’ at me.
“Roisin Nash, uh used to be–”
