Bash holds up a hand and scrolls though his phone. We all wait expectantly, for what I don't know. Dominic walks in through the door and heads to the fridge. He pulls out a can of Coke and pops the top. Then he too leans against the counter.
"Somebody call Kayla," Bash commands.
"Why?" I ask, though it seems I'm the only one with any questions. Dominic holds his phone out and a dial tone rings.
"Hi Mini Nic," she sings.
"You've gotta stop with that nickname."
"Maybe you should stop with the innuendos."
"Not a chance, Princess."
"Well then I suppose I shouldn't-"
"I'm with the guys, Princess," Dominic chuckles.
"So? I wasn't going dirty. Phone sex is out of the question." I cough.
"None of us care about the details of your relationship, Kay," Ryder interjects. I frown at the word 'relationship.' They've just been fooling around for a week. Kayla's only skipped lunch to go to the back lot for a single week.
"What's this about?" she asks. I shake my head to break my thoughts. "Wait one sec. Just one more minute! It's Lynnie!" She yells.
"Finish it up!" comes an only slightly muffled voice on the other end of the line. Who is that?
"Okay!" Kayla calls back. "What's going on?" she asks us. This time when she speaks she keeps her voice hushed.
"I've got a proposition for you," Bash says.
"Well go on, spit it out, Phoenix."
"Tonight we sneak into a drive in."
"Thanks for informing the rest of us first," I mutter.
"Alright, but do me a favor and pick me up at the park. I'm meeting Lynnie there in a bit."
"Sounds good."
"Okay, I'll see you guys later. I've got to go."
"Kayla!" a voice screams on the other end.
"Shoot," she mutters. "Time?"
"Seven?" Bash offers.
"Done." The line clicks dead.
"Why exactly were we all needed for this?" Jax asks.
"You were already here and Dominic, just happened the walk in. It's not like I told you to stay," Bash answers. Jax just shrugs in answer.
"Alright, I'm out." Jax walks out of the apartment. I move to the couch and scoop up the remote before throwing myself down onto the cushions. I flick through the channels for a bit before settling on a random episode of Breaking Bad. It seems as though it's already halfway over, but I don't really care. Behind me, I hear the door open and close. Someone cranks up the volume of some music before closing a door to muffle it. But no one joins me. So I finish out the episode in peace.
Once it's over I click the television off and stand up. I don't know why I turned it on in the first place. I stand up, drop the remote on the couch, and head back to my room. I unplug my phone from the wall and check the time. Five thirty, I can work with that. I fall forward onto my bed and hold my phone out in front of me. I've got a few texts from some of my regulars. I sigh and roll up and off the bed. I head to my closet and pull out a black, V-neck shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. I change out of my sweats and muscle tank, replacing them with the clean clothes. I slip my phone into my pocket and grab my leather jacket from the bed. I tug the jacket on and pick my boots up from the ground. I tug them on too and tie the laces.
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
