Summer's Light

Summer's Light (6)

Chapter Six

“Holy tits!” I screeched as a sleek car came around the street corner and almost hit me. Me, an innocent passerby. Well, yeah okay, not innocent, but seriously? I was almost to my destination and I almost get slaughtered? Hey, the bright side of that would be that I would never see Alex again. The thought alone filled me with glee.

I steadied myself on the car’s hood, then punched it. I wasn’t very strong so it left nothing but what I was sure to be a bruised knuckle.

The owner of the car jumped out in surprise. He was a guy, no older than I, with bleach blonde hair, spiked and short. He was also wearing a gray hoodie and some baggy jeans. Of course he was. “Yo’ chill the fuck out!”

I glared, “Don’t mess with me right now. I have very high adreniline from almost being run over.”

“How does that pertain to me?” He raised a peculiarly brown eyebrow.

“Because if you even so much as look at me wrong, I’ll kick your ass.”

He took a daring step forward, and I righted myself to a defensive stance. “I’d like to see you try, bitch.”

I was about to retort, preferrably with a punch of sorts, when another voice cut in. “Hey! Leave my poor hooker alone, Anthony!” I thought on that. Who would call me their hooker? The voice sounded very familiar though. Too familiar…

I turned to look at the ajar window of the slick car to find the girl I met last night. What was her name? Shit. …Helen? Haley? Hollie. Yeah, the girl with the big jugs.

“Hollie!” I shouted, probably with too much enthusiasm, but who really cares? I sure as hell didn’t. “Wow, you of all people.” I said as I neared the passanger door of the vehicle, where she sat, of all means, smoking a cigarette. How predictable.

She caught me eyeing it, “Want one?” I shook my head no. I had enough nicotine to last me forever. Huh, it’s true. When you’re stressed, you smoke more than usual. Right? Who gives a fuck. I was too baked at that moment. “So, I never knew tits were holy.”

I flipped her off, “Yeah, well I never thought I’d get run over by a prick, either.”

Anthony, somehow back in the car at that point, actually smiled at that. “Hehe, sorry about that shit. I didn’t know you knew my girlfriend.”

I sneered jokingly, “Yeah, and what if I hadn’t? Would you honestly beat up a girl?”

“No!” He denied. “I already have domestic on my record. Don’t fucking need any more charges.”

That caused both Hollie and I to giggle. I looked down at her, “Oh, yeah. Great guy. Major keeper.” For emphasis I made the ‘OK’ sign with my fingers.

“I know he is. He’s my little teddybear.” She cooed.

I gagged, “Oh, this should be interesting.”

“Do you need a ride, hun?”

The question caught me off guard. Hollie, the chick I just met last night, and her boyfriend Anthony, whom I’ve never seen before, offering me a ride? If that wasn’t odd enough, I actually considered accepting it. But one look through the tinted windows, and I could see Dunkin’ Doughnuts. Guilt filled me for even wanting to skimp on Alex. “Uh, maybe another time Hollie? I have to go meet someone.”

“Ooh,” She chorused, “A guy?”

I snorted, “Yeah, because I’m going to tell you my every move.”

“Who is he?”

“Oh my scallops.”

“Do I need to get a leash or something?” She asked, looking back and forth between me and the building. “Or hire a hit to keep tabs on you?”