Monty After Dark

Chapter 19

"I can drive," Mel said.

"It's at least 20 minutes out of your way," I protested. "I can't ask you to do that." It felt weird to be indebted to her, and I didn't want her to think I was an asshole. Which is kind of weird, since I usually never care what broads think of me. But Mel was cool.

"Do you want a ride or not?" she asked. She was so unfazed by it all. I liked her even more.

"Boys?" I looked at Chris and Sean.

We hopped into her car and she peeled out. I sat in the front.

"She already took it down off Insta," said Sean from the back seat. "don't worry, though. I screen-shotted. What a dumb whore. You should tell your dad. Get her busted."

"Fraze...." Chris said. "No."

"I'm not talking to my dad right now," I said. "And, I can't show him anyway. Look what she fucking wrote. I don't know why she has to fuck with my shit all the time. Such a slut."

"Well, she doesn't have any proof," Sean reasoned. "She can't prove you're fucking Chan, but you can prove she vandalized Chan's car."

"He has a point," Mel chimed in. "I'm assuming your dad is a cop."

"And, didn't you already tell your dad that Sam was giving you a hard time?" Sean asked. The man was on a roll.

"Yeah, she fucking showed up at my house." I shuddered. I was blind with rage. I can't recall ever having been that pissed at another human being in my life, and I was a fucking angry dude on a good day. The fucking nerve of that broad.

"You and this psycho have a thing?" Mel asked.

"No. Not really. Unless you define her sucking my dick as a thing," I said. "Wish I hadn't now. Never stick your dick in crazy."

"So, you used to have a thing. And then you stopped calling, and she knows you have a new girl," Mel summed up.

Chris and I made eye contact in the rear-view mirror. Fuck. Mel was probably right.

"Well, she did see Chan at my lacrosse game," I said. Maybe Sam was jealous of Chan. Whatever, she should be. Chantelle is a goddess, and Sam is worse than trash. I could never love a mutt like her.

I didn't say anything else the rest of the way home. Chris gave Mel the directions. When we pulled onto my street, I was sucking wind hard. Mel put her hand on mine for a second. My heart was pounding out of my chest. We came around the corner and I squinched my eyes shut.

"Monty," Chris said as the car came to a stop. I opened my eyes. Chan's car was gone. My dad's truck was in the driveway and all the lights were on at my house.

"You can come stay with me," Sean offered.

"Me, too, man," Chris said. "Your dad is going to fucking lose it if you go in there."

I debated. Maybe Chan had left before Dad had got done work? Maybe he just got home? Maybe he was out drinking with his buddies and had got a ride to the bar?

"I should probably go get this over with," I said. "No use dragging it out now."

"I'll walk you," Mel said. She left her car running in the driveway and walked me to the front door. I looked over at Chan's house and winced as though I'd been hit. "It'll be alright."

"Thanks, Mel. You're fuckin' rad," I said. I never said shit like that to broads, but she was top shelf.

"No problem. See y'around." She kind of hugged me in a loose hug, straightened her hat and went back to the car. She looked back at me once and I tried the door. It was open.