Will Love Ever Come?

Chapter 53

SITTING IN HIS CAR, moments later, Deuce dials Peachy's number. He turns down the music from the radio, as she answers her phone.

"Yeah, hello," he says, "is this ah, Peachy?"

With suspicion in her voice, she says, "Yeah... who is this?"

Deuce clears his throat. "Yeah, um, this is Ricky."

A moment of silence passes as she waits for him to continue.

"I don't know if you will remember me, but you gave me your number a few months ago at that bar on the high road."

She is about to hang up because the only time she has ever been to that bar on the high road was when she met Eschewal, and that was three days ago. However, the excitement of discovering who this mystery caller is makes her stay on the line.

With a little giggle, she says, "Is it? Are you sure I gave you my number? Because I hardly ever give it out."

"Course, I'm sure," he begins, "how else did I get your number then?"

She giggles once again. "That's what I want to find out. What did you say your name was again?"

He swallows. "Ricky," he pauses, then describes himself. "Don't you remember me? I'm like well-built, short hair and dimples."

She licks her lips as the description resembles the guy she saw with Eschewal. She shakes her head and says, "You know what, I don't remember you. This is a wind-up, innit?"

He coughs, then panics. He knows if he says the wrong thing, he will lose the chance of meeting her. He decides to be upfront and tell her the truth.

"Alright," he begins, "I'm gonna be real with you. I saw you at that bar three days ago, and you gave your number to my friend, who had on the blue cap. Well, I thought you were so criss I stole your number out of his phone, and boy, I wanna link you."

She becomes light-headed. She had wished that Deuce had spoken to her instead. She makes no resistance as he suggests they meet within the next hour.

He grins. The steal went down easier than he thought. He grips his phone. 'Why are these chicks so stupid?' He begins to himself. He continues, 'They always want the best-looking dudes, the shotters, or the baddest boy on the block but can never handle the harsh consequences.' He shakes his head. 'Stupid bitches. Always looking surprised when they find out they got played.' He huffs, 'What do they expect when they link a pretty boy like me?' He looks into his rearview mirror, slides his tongue over his teeth, and says, "Yes, sweet boy, just another hoe."

He puts the car into gear, heading off to destroy and demoralize, with his lies and dishonesty, another female soul.