Stick to the Plan

Ch.10: Errands⛽️

We went from the boat to Morgan's car; a baby blue 2017 BMW M3. I knew she had a degree but I didn't know she was getting money like that.

"Have I told you that I really like your car?" I asked.

"No but thank you," Morgan said humbly, starting the engine.

"Where are we going?" I inquired. Morgan's eyes stayed on the road.

"Orange County first. Then the city," she said vaguely.

"For what?" I was insistent.

"You'll see," she answered shortly. I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Tease," I mumbled under my breath, but she still heard it.

"Me? Naw, that's all you," Morgan joked. But it wasn't really a joke. It was true at times.

"You love it," I countered. Morgan smacked her lips again.

"This trip will make you change your mind about being a tease. You wanted to know where I went so bad. This is it," Morgan said ominously.

"You're not a prostitute are you?" I asked, "because to be frank I don't like the idea of anyone else getting a piece of that."

Morgan chuckled at me like I was a five-year-old who got a math problem wrong.

"No, I do not sell my body. I give it up for free, to people who deserve it, like you, my little chika," she said, reaching out to pat my thigh. Then she remembered the deal, and her hand ended up about an inch above my flesh.

She snatched it away, but the moment of tension was palpable, and my thigh was burning simply with the idea of her touching me.

I didn't know how much more of this I could take. She better hurry up with whatever she was doing.

We finally reached Orange County; big modern houses with fences around them. A place where white people go to avoid being around others who didn't look like them.

Or, at least, that's what my mom told me. That's why we don't live there.

Morgan all of a sudden pulled into the driveway of one of these large houses. She pulled out her second phone and typed a quick message before putting it back in her pocket.

Not even ten seconds later, a tall, slim guy with brown hair came out the front door. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and those abs were familiar.

Mr. Parker the Cheater.

I gulped as he approached the car.

"Wassup? I knew you'd come," Parker said, and then he saw me. His whole face brightened. "Oh hey! Girl from the beach. Emery, is it?" I nodded, face going completely red. God, I hope he didn't see me see him lick that guy's face! "I see you two hit it off pretty well. Double date sometime? Me, Josie, you, Morgan?" Parker wiggled his eyebrow. I would find it funny if he didn't suck. And now it was confirmed that him and Josie were supposed to be dating.

Shit.

"Oh! Um, s-sure. Totally," I stuttered, feeling like an idiot. I couldn't see Morgan's expression because of the shades, but I did see her look over at me briefly before looking back at Parker and pulling something else out of her pocket.

But it wasn't her phone.

It was a little plastic bag, and from what I could tell, it had a few white pills in it.

It was like everything clicked in my head. It all made sense now! The rushing me out, the two phones, the calls in the middle of the day and into the night.