Dude's A Lady?

Chapter Thirty Eight

"Vivian? Vivian blink if you're still alive!" Lewiza cried out, "Wait-never mind I see the flaw in that. Say something if you're still alive?" she begged.

I stared flatly at the person staring back at me. I did not expect to see him. "Lew, I'm fine. I just ran into an...old friend." I rolled my eyes.

"Friend? Is that really what I mean to you? Honestly Hermosa, I thought we had something special." Art pouted, wrapping his arm around me, and reminding me that even in the dead of winter a person could still smell ripe after a run.

"Gross!" I grimaced shoving him away. "You smell like you bathed in a homeless man's vomit then slept with his wife, Carrie the cat lady."

"Sorry babe, I thought all women liked a little stank on their men." he smirked, running his hands through his jet black hair.

"Need I remind you that you have an actual girlfriend, thus taking you off the market?" I raised my eyebrow, "I'd love to see how Marie reacts to a cheating boyfriend."

In all honesty, I was relieved Art found me in the park instead of Blake. There was only so much I could handle in a short time frame. I'd rather be hit on by a creep like Art than face my problems head on like a normal person. At least with this buffoon, I was distracting myself from the problems I was sure lied ahead.

"We have an open relationship now. She knew we were both too invested in the hoe life." He answered bluntly.

"Hello? Who's a hoe and why is it a way of life? Vi, are you still there?" Lewiza's voice asked, though she sounded muffled. I furrowed my brows and placed the phone next to my ear.

"Still here." I answered her, "I just ran into the virginator." Art's eyes brightened with humor, before I turned away from him. "I'll call you later, yeah?"

"What's a- you know what never mind. It's a story for another time isn't it?" She guessed, correctly.

"That it is." I chuckled.

"Don't be a hoe make sure he covers his joe!" Lew sang before her side of the line went dead. I grimaced as the idea of having any type of relationship with Art was as appealing as stabbing my eye and pouring salt on the wound.

I tucked my phone securely in my pocket, then proceeded to walk away from the park gates. My mini adventure was nothing more than a potential migraine if I stuck around Art too long. "I was serious about the open relationship!" Art called after me, and even though my back was turned on him, I could still feel his smirk burning at the back of my head.

"Bite me, Art." I snapped, walking away.

"Feisty, I dig it." He chuckled, as I heard his feet jog towards me. I groaned under my breath and chose to ignore him. "Something's wrong." he observed, scrutinizing me from top to bottom. I rolled my eyes and continued to ignore him. "What did you do?"

I paused and stared at him flatly. "I murdered a brown noser. Now I'm trying to figure out where to bury their body." I answered shortly.

"There's an alley between the neighborhoods of 'Ty' and 'Blake'." he retorted smartly. I froze in my spot and cursed my very existence.

"Is it that fucking obvious?" I cried out frustrated. "I've only been here a day and you, Soph, my brother, and Ty all know!" Art's eyebrows shot up in shock, and I sighed running my hands down my face.

"I was just taking a wild guess..." he mumbled before he burst into a hysterical laugh. "O-oh my god, I can't believe I cracked that code!" he cried out.

I stared at him flatly and waited for him to stop. I could really only blame myself for this. My big mouth really was taking a lot of hits today wasn't it?