FIXING YOU

E I G H T

• Justin's POV •

"You make it hard to leave when you look at me that way."

"Am I suppose to make it easy on you?"

The very first time that I laid eyes on Noah Hayes I thought how can such a tiny girl manage to walk in those heels? Then she expected me to know who she was and I knew she wasn't just some tiny girl.

"Can you stop grinning and help me count this fucking money?" I snapped back to current time, scooched to the edge of the wooden chair underneath me and looked blunty at Stella. I wasn't grinning intentionally that's just what happens what I think of Noah.

"When are we going back to Miami?" I questioned, leaning back against the chair until I was almost slouching with my hands folded in my lap.

"When we have enough money." She stopped counting the money in her hand and set it on the coffee table next to the pile she previously counted. Then started the process again.

I wasn't in the mood for counting, I got up off the chair, walked across the pathetic excuse of a room that Stella and I have paid a hundred dollars to rent for two nights. I yanked the door open, it's takes some force, and slammed it shut as a signal to Stella that I wished to leave.

I agreed to help Stella sell dope, I never agreed to driving all across the state of Florida with her.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the cigarette the moment I lit it. I hate the taste, I hate the smell. I glared at the white stick with the orange tip, exhaling smoke.

I scan the parking lot below me, leaning against the thin, rusty metal railing.

I hear the familiar sound of heels clicking against cement and I looked in the direction, a flirtatious smile tickling my lips until I see who the heels belong too. Not a young girl but barely a women quickly walking down the hall in a skin tight cheap looking dress. She looked freshly fucked, well as fresh a prostitute could look.

I watched her walk until she disappeared down the stone stairs. I wondered what her name was or if she was hungry, maybe she needed a cigarette too. Everyone does after sex.

She knows what town she's in though, that's more than I can say for myself. Stella and I left Miami on Thursday, Thanksgiving Day. Stella called after Noah and I had eaten, she explained to me that we needed to make the money faster and by hitting different cities every night we could.

Stella's cool, she's weird too and a bit of a cunt but I said I would help her. It's just taking longer than expected, I thought we'd make the money in at least two weeks, that didn't happen.

Tomorrow is the day Stella's month is over, a month that is a complete blur to me besides the moments spent with Noah.

She has no clue what I'm doing now, well she has the lie that I told her. I dont like liars or lying but I thought it was best to keep her out of it and unaware of this part of my life.

A piece of plywood being broken apart caught my attention this time, I turned toward the many doors that lined the outside hall. My back had been turned to them while I zoned out, I tossed the butt of the Newport over the railing and patiently waited for Stella to break the door open.