Carter – Warn her about his sexual activities.
Garrick – Send her medication.
Ethan – Enroll her in an insane asylum.
Talia – That girl is a menace.
Mommy-kins – She is not.
Talia – Umm. Yes. She is. She’s the one who was found with her pants around her ankles in the coach’s office.
Mommy-kins –*gasp*
Garrick – Heard about that.
Ethan – Why I said what I said.
Carter – How much do you know Ethan?
Ethan – I know that some waitress told Harlee that she was going to be your wife.
Carter – Fuck me. Not this again.
Talia – Don’t worry. Harlee already knows.
Carter – Fuck.
Mommy-kins – Language.
Carter – Yes, ma’am.
Mommy-kins – She told me to tell you to tell her that you will pick her up at seven on Friday.
Garrick – He can’t. He’s helping me at the house.
Mommy-kins – Well. Darn.
I clicked out of that thread and shot a text to Garrick.
Me – Thanks, G.
Garrick – Got your back, lil bro.
And to make matters believable, at six I headed over to Garrick and Tatum’s house.
But instead of helping them, I took Sage out back and played with her, while Garrick and Tatum had some time to themselves.
There were sounds I didn’t want to hear.
Sounds that I could never unhear.
And just to be a shithead, I winked at Tatum an hour later and said, “So, how hard was he pounding into you?”
I laughed as I raced out of their house with Garrick on my heels.
He caught up to me as I stopped at my truck.
“Gotta head out in the morning,” I told him.
