Page 35 of Don't Puck Him
My fears and doubt be damned.
18
HUNTER
Wren decides, for whatever reason, to take a part-time job at the campus bookstore.
“Wren, if you need money…”
“Thanks, but no. I want to earn it myself. No way am I asking for a handout from mother dearest. And besides, I want time away from being on my dorm floor, too. It’s so noisy there and the manager lets us study in the back if the bookstore is empty.”
Her reasons come too quickly off the cuff. I wonder about it. But I simply smile.
She needs some space. Is that need because of me? I’m doubtful she’ll confess either way. I’ll keep an eye out. Wren needs my protection, in the bedroom and out.
On her first evening shift, I hang outside the store. There’s a bench there to the right of the front door. It's at an angle where I can see in, but Wren can’t see me unless she cranes her neck. I sit there, guzzling a Monster energy drink and a package of beef jerky, while feigning to study. One eye on the textbook. One eye on the store.
“You have got to be kidding. Tell me you’re not doing what it looks like you’re doing.”
I look up. It’s Cash. His body is blocking my view of the store.
“What is it to you? Bug off. I’m busy studying. Thought I’d walk her back to her dorm, that’s all.”
Cash belly laughs. “Good one, idiot. Pull my other leg.”
“I said, bug off. I’ll see you at the next practice.”
“Fine, loser. Waste your time with that chick.” Cash flips me the bird and walks off toward the athletic building.
I flip him the bird back. Cash doesn’t see.
But who does? Wren. I guess she heard our voices. She’s staring out at me. Her arms are crossed, and she looks annoyed.
Next thing I know, she’s out the door.
“What are you doing here, Hunter? You could get me fired hanging out like this. Go home.”
“I won’t get you fired. I figured seeing as this is your first night shift, I’d walk you home. You know weirdos can be out and about on campus after dark. Exhibit A, my bud and your step-bro, Cash.”
“Fine. Whatever. Just don’t make a scene.”
I smile and fake salute.
* * *
I figureI have to make up for upsetting Wren at her job.
I ring Wren.
“Hey, girl, put on your fanciest outfit. I’m taking you to dinner at Antonio’s at the Wharf.”
“What? Now? Tonight?”
“Sure. Why not? You’re not working. I have no night classes. C’mon. Let’s go. I hear their linguini dishes literally melt in your mouth.”
I pick up Wren. For a minute, I’m speechless. She’s draped in a sleek black dress with t-strap high heels. Her hair is styled in a swirling bun. Simple but perfect in every way.
“You look… well, God,look at you.”
