Overtime (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

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I say I'm done but then you pull me back, oh. I swear you're giving me a heart attack. Troublemaker.

“Read ‘em and weep, boys,” I hear Dennis call from the poker table in a drunken voice.

His dad owns a nice poker table in their basement that the boys like to play on. And by nice, I mean usable. That’s about as close as anything in Dennis’s house comes to nice. I never play, to avoid getting suckering out of my money. I’m a decent poker, but those guys play it so often they make me look ridiculous.

I go home, change, and come here after work almost every day.

I stand by the huge beaten-up stereo with Taylor and Noah, probably the only guys here besides me who can drink in moderation. All the others are drunk off their asses, and you can hear their slurred words and the alcohol sloshing around in their system when they speak.

All three of us have a beer in hand and are looking over the poker game.

“So who was that girl you said hi to in the Longue?” Noah asks, staring ahead.

“Who? Brinley?” I say.

I picture what she’s doing right now.

Probably pissing someone off, I think with a smirk.

“Yeah, who’s she?” Noah inquires.

I shake my head and take another swig from my bottle. “Girl I work with.”

Taylor’s eyes turn to me. “Whoa, whoa. You never said anything about a girl working at that place.”

I sigh. These two idiots are gonna want to know everything, both desperate to get laid.

“She just started. Her mom owns the place.”

Noah lets out a low whistle. “So you can’t be a d*ck to her?”

I slap him upside the head. Bastard.

“What’s she like?” Taylor implores.

Images of her fill my mind. God, how do you describe Brinley?

“She’s…uh…” I look down to my shoes and back up to the poker table. “She’s funny, but in the most annoying way. Like she can piss you off and amuse you at the same time.”

Taylor shakes his head. “Sounds like you got a nagger on your hands.”

I lean back against the wall. “She’s not, though. There’s something about her that…I don’t know…”

I probably sound like such a pussy right now and decide to shut my mouth.

“Dude, she’s a sophomore,” Noah says pointedly.

“She’s a sophomore?” Taylor asks, his beer close to his lips. He looks thoroughly confused.

Noah nods. “Yeah. A hot sophomore, I might add.”

“You’re such a d*ck,” I tell him.

Noah shrugs. “She looked attractive to me, even in a jacket and jeans.”

Hell yeah she did, I think to myself.

“What’s she look like?” Taylor questions.

“Blonde hair. Pretty blue eyes,” I answer. Pretty is the understatement of the century. Brinley’s eyes are f*cking gorgeous, and I can help but stare at them every time I look at her.

You sound so soft right now, I tell myself.

“Go on…” Taylor instructs, and I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for me to describe other physical attributes, such as her boobs or a*s. But the truth is, her face is so beautiful that I haven’t really even paid much attention to those things.