See No Evil

Tuesday – Pretty Boy: You’re such a stubborn little thing, aren’t you? But you’ll break.

Wednesday – Pretty Boy: Still not backing down, huh? Always the brat.

Thursday – Pretty Boy: I dreamed about you today. I can still taste you on my lips.

Friday – Pretty Boy: Are you even getting my texts? Maybe it’s for the best if you aren’t.

Today – Pretty Boy: I miss you in my arms, Stone. I really fucking do.

Damn it all to hell!

How is a girl supposed to hold out when she gets texts like these? I swear he must love seeing me squirm. But it will be a cold day in hell before I admit to his face that I miss him too. That I think about him non-stop when I have other things I should be focusing on. I knew he’d be a distraction, I just never assumed he’d be this all-consuming.

I hate the Northside prick. He’s ruining everything.

I hear someone clear their throat behind me, reminding me that I’m at work and should have my act together.

“What’s your poison?” I ask, turning toward another drunkard who has nothing else to do but come to Big Jim’s on a Saturday night.

“Poison, huh? If it’s all right with you, I’ll stick to beer.”

I place both hands on my hips, staring down Fi

“Easton Price. As I live and breathe. This is your second visit in just a few months. Let me guess. Is the Southside growing on you?”

Easton looks left and right, his bored expression rivaling my own. I’ve got to admit that, while Fi

I get him his beer, but he makes no move to even touch the bottle. Instead, his eyes lock on mine, making sure I stay rooted to my spot.

“If you have something to say, Easton, why not do us both a favor and just say what’s on your mind.”

“Can’t I just enjoy the view?” he asks with a knowing look, eyeing me up and down.

“Nothing here for you to look at,” I reply sternly, not one bit pleased with his flirtatious act. “If that’s what you came for, you’re shit out of luck.”

“Good to know,” he says with a thin smile. “But you’re right. I didn’t come all this way to drink or take in the scenery. I came because Fi

“Is he now?”

“He is. The best one I have,” he adds with such conviction that I almost believe him.

“And what does that have to do with me?” I reply, looking at my nails to avoid his harsh face.

“Don’t act cute, Stone. That shit might work with Fi

“Is that so?” I mumble, not at all bothered by his dark tone.

He lets out an aggravated sigh, this time picking up the bottle of beer and taking a swig. He keeps the bottle in his hands as he stares at the ring instead of looking back at me.

“I think you know by now that Fi

“And you think I’m playing him?”

He lets out a sinister laugh, and this time he does look me dead in the eye.

“I know you are. Now, if it were up to me, I’d keep this so-called friendship of yours low-key, but against my better counsel, Fi

I bite my i

Who the fuck does this jerk think he’s talking to?

“Fi

He places the bottle back on the counter, standing back on his feet while taking out a twenty from his wallet to pay his tab.

“You’re not stupid, Stone, so don’t deem to insult my intelligence, either. Unlike us, Fi

He doesn’t even give me time to flip him off, turning his back to exit Big Jim’s in record time, leaving me fuming where I stand. I’m so mad at his insolence, that before I can talk myself out of it, my phone is already in my hands to type away my first text message.

Me: Okay, pretty boy. Let’s see what this dating thing is all about.

Pretty Boy: Say, please.

Me: Fuck off. I don’t beg.

Pretty Boy: We both know that’s a lie.

Me: Take it or leave it.

Pretty Boy: You already know the answer to that. When?

Me: Tomorrow.

Pretty Boy: What about the bar?

Me: What about the bar? Just pick me up at my dorm around seven.

Pretty Boy: I’ll be there.

Pretty Boy: Stone…

Me: What?

Pretty Boy: It’s a good thing you didn’t beg. You know how much I like it when you plead for mercy in person.

Me: *middle finger emoji*

Pretty Boy: I missed you too, brat.