Apartment 311

Ch | 43

>> this is a long chapter, sorry. Grab your popcorn.
Mature content ahead, last warning. lol <<

Noah Silas Anderson

Chapter Forty-three: "Next, meet my ex"

"I thought about what you asked me last night, about the tattoo party. It's super last minute, but yeah, I can swing it," Sky let me know over the phone.

I closed my eyes and went "yes" in a tiny victory, my fist balled. "Thank you, Sky. Good lookin' out," I exhaled.

"Yeah, yeah. What are you trying to get, it's been a while."

I snapped the rubber band against my wrist and said, "I don't know, yet."

"I know you don't wanna tat your arms, you have any space left on your legs?"

"Yeah, Sky," I laughed, grabbing the bag out of my locker.

I walked out of the gym still on the phone, swinging my lanyard as I walked down the sidewalk.

The weather was just right for a Thursday morning. I chucked my bag in the passenger seat and waited for Sky to stop talking to pull off.

"Well, I'll be glad to do it myself," she flirted.

I blinked, staring out the window and spread my legs for comfort. "Where's Amber?"

"Ugh," she sounded, smacking her lips, "not here, does it matter?"

"To me, it does."

"Don't worry, if you come over early, we can... fool around and she'll never know."

Her desperation bored me and made me wonder what I ever saw in her in the first place. "I gotta go, Skylar, I'll see you tonight." With that, I ended the call. My stomach growled and I remembered I didn't have shit at home to eat. As much as I hated grocery shopping, I made my rounds.

*

I walked into Wal-Mart and figured I could help Cassie out and pick up some things while I'm at the store.

"Hey, Cass," I spoke once she picked up, "how's it going?"

Her small voice breathed out, "Hey, Noah. And it's going, you?" She sounded winded, probably worn out from playing with Emmy.

"Can't complain. I'm at the store, do you guys - girls, I mean - need anything?"

"Nope, we're good," she insisted.

I rephrased it. "Do you want anything?"

Cassie hummed in my ear, taking a while to reply until she thought of something. "Popcorn and a lot of chocolate. I like this," she rang.

I chuckled, dropping popcorn into the cart. Continuing to stroll, I scammed the shelves for chocolate. At the end, there were bags of Hershey's so I figured that'll work, and knocked them in, too.

"That's it?" I asked, making sure.

"Oh!" Cassie exclaimed having almost forgotten something. "I need children's Tylenol if you don't mind."