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Chapter 3: Brooklyn

Saturday, February 23

The sweet smell of strawberries, with the smooth taste of the whipped cream on top of the homemade waffles, brings a girly grin to my face when I take my first bite. The maid asked Jason what he wanted then the delicious armor could be smelled for miles.

I can't believe Jason never mentioned that he was rich. This house is like a fun has with bedrooms. There is a gaming room, a gym with a sauna, there's a tennis court, a basketball court, and a pool. But none of this is the best part - no, the best part is that this mini mansion sits off this mirrored image of the sky-blue lake with clouds floating on top. I didn't even know lakes could be so clear.

Everything kind of all makes sense now - his inability to understand my need to save. He spent money with the carefree spirit of a toddler. Never experienced the twists and turns of the stomach like I did when we were unable to pay the bills. Yes, I get it now. I get why he never wanted to work. He did some promoting for a club he went to and that's how he made the little money he did have.

I sigh a peaceful sigh as I'm staring out the window at the pool, loving the view. The maid, Ms. Mantego or Ms. M what Jason calls her, is going on and on about how lovely Mr. Chambers' funeral was, but Jason has been texting on his phone for the last fifteen minutes not paying her no mind. Sometimes he can be so rude.

"Baby you ready to go," Jason says, bringing me out of my peaceful musing. "We are going to stop at the country club first to meet up with some of my friends, then we will head to the mall. I got my dad's credit card." He stands and I follow grabbing both of our plates and walking them over to Ms. Montego.

"Baby, she got that," He says, grabbing some keys off the hook. I smile at her and hand her the plates ignoring him. I'm not sure if I can just sit and let someone clean after me while I do nothing. It's just not in me. I walk through the door Jason just disappeared through and find myself in a garage with five cars.

"These two are mine. You can drive that one. That was a twenty-first birthday gift. I probably only drove it twice," He says pointing at a fucking Range Rover. "I really don't care for SUVs."

My mouth has dropped to the floor when he hands me the keys and then he hits the key fob on another set of keys to a fucking all-black BMW. He jumps in the driver's seat and I hurry around and get in on the passenger.

"Jason...I don't think I can drive a Range Rover. What if I hit something? I can't pay for that. Here takes these back, I will just ride with you." I try to pass the keys back to him.

He huffs out an aggravated breath, pushing my hand back. "Brooklyn stop fucking worrying. If you wreck it, my dad will replace it. You can have the fucking car."

All of this is so confusing. Jason lived with me for a whole year with no car. He was happy to either drive my beat-up car or have people drive him around. When I first met him, he said he had a car but wrecked it within the first few months of moving to Texas. How do you go from living like this to barely keeping the water on? Last night I asked him why'd he even moved from all of this, he said he wanted to show his dad he could live without his money.

The garage door opens and he backs up so fast my neck snaps back making me think I may have whiplash. The tires squeal when he turns and I have to quickly put on my seat belt. I look over at Jason and his face shows no care at all. He seems calmer not anything like the person that couldn't stay still long enough back in Texas. I shake my head.

Twenty minutes later we pull up to the front of the country club and a guy younger than Jason and I open my door. I smile and get out of the car. Jason walks around and hands the guy his keys and some money.