{ON HOLD} cutthroat ➳ luke hemmings

three.

I groggily slapped my sleeping friend beside me as her alarm blared. I had never met a heavy sleeper like her.

"Kell, I swear to fucking God," I groaned. "Turn the shit off."

"I'm trying, asshole," She said in a raspy voice. She reached over and turned it off. "I don't want to get up."

"Remind me to never let you sleep over when you have an 8am the next day," I said, rubbing my eyes.

"If I have to suffer, then so do you," Kellen said, getting out of my bed. I groaned and put my face in my pillow. I didn't want to get up this early.

"Fuck you!" I yelled to her.

"You don't have enough money," she replied, grabbing her clothes and walking into the bathroom to shower. I rolled my eyes to myself. Once the shower started running, I found myself drifting back to sleep.

Once I woke up on my own, it was 8:37. I got out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen. I made myself some coffee and sat on the couch, trying to find the motivation to work today. You'd think the fact my client paid $300,000 up front would be enough motivation but it was not.

I watched Impractical Jokers for what seemed like hours before I got a call from my dad.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, kiddo," He said. "How's the job going?"

"I'm trying to get up and do work but I can't," I groaned. "Help me, dad."

"If I help you, I'm getting twenty percent," he told me. "Is that enough motivation for you to get your butt up?"

"Yep, thanks!" I laughed. No way am I being $60,000 short.

"Have you learned anything about this guy?" He questioned.

"Uh, nothing besides the obvious," I admitted. "His name is Luke Hemmings and he's in Crimson."

"Jo, you need to get on it," My dad said. I rolled my eyes. "Like soon."

"Okay, I understand," I huffed. "I'll talk to you later."

"Oh, you're mad I'm actually acting like a dad so you want to get off the phone," he laughed.

"No, dad, I'm trying to get off so I can get started on what you're telling me to do," I told him.

"Okay then. My bad," he chuckled. "I love you, Jo. Be safe."

"Love you, too," I said back to him.

"Excuse me?" He gasped. "You know I don't accept that."

"I love you, too, dad," I huffed. My dad hated when I didn't put 'I' in front of 'love you.' And he has always been that way.

"That's better," He said. "Alright, bye honey."

He hung up the phone and I sat mine by me on the couch. No way was I starting the job today. I was too lazy. Who was it going to hurt if I delayed it one day?

Around 5pm, Kellen bursted in my door with shopping bags.

"What the hell? What are you doing?" I asked as she threw the bags on me.

"I got us some outfits for tonight," She shrugged, rummaging through a bag.

"Tonight?" I questioned. "What's tonight?"

"I know I was drunk last night buuuut," She smiled, handing me two bags. "I meant what I said."

"What?" I asked, taking the bags. I looked in one of them which contained a black bralette and a high waisted black skirt. In the other bag, there were black thigh high boots.

"You need good dick," She clapped. "Hi, go put on that outfit."

"You know I'm not gonna wear something like that," I told her. "I'm going to wear my black jeans and denim jacket."

"No, you're not," She shook her head. "I bought this outfit for you."

"Yes, I am," I told her. "I'll pay you back."

"Let's compromise," she rolled her eyes. "You can wear that damn blue jean jacket over the outfit I bought."

"I can do that," I nodded. "What are you wearing?"

"I'm getting slutty tonight, bitch," she said, sticking her tongue out and holding up bags. She took out what she was wearing which was a leopard romper that was not only short, but low cut as well, a black cardigan, and a pair of the same shoes she had bought me.

"You are absolutely correct," I nodded, crossing my arms. "I guess we need to get ready."

We both grabbed our bags and headed into my room to get ready. I had no idea where we were going but that's how it usually went with us.

"Hit a lick with a bitch from the bayou, make sure the pussy bald like Caillou," I sang along to the music playing from my bluetooth speaker as Kellen and I done our hair and makeup.

I decided to put my hair into two French braids and did a light smokey eye with a dark red lip while Kell straightened her hair and went wild with the makeup. She looks better in makeup than I do, though.

"I been fucking bitches in my minivan, and I been flippin switches cause I know I can," Kellen sang along and then pointed to me to sing the next line.

"Post my shit on Pinterest, cop a couple fans, and, I hope that you're listening 'cause I'm going ham," I sang, finishing my braid. Kellen and I always loved to listen to rap music when we got ready.

"Damn, hunty!" Kellen said as she looked at me once we were finished dressing up. "A snack, a meal, a Thanksgiving dinner."

"Says you," I laughed. "You look fine as hell."

"If I meet someone, can we fuck in the guest room?" She asked as she put her lipgloss in her clutch.

"It would be the only time you used that bed, so yes," I laughed.

"What? I love sleeping with you," she pouted.

"Yeah, knowing you, you'd come get in the bed with me after you're done with your man," I told her.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Got your fake?"

"Yep," I said, holding up the fake ID I had gotten a few months ago. It was Kellen's idea, I just supplied them.

"Let's rock."

a/n: i'm super excited to write this book. 🤩

i just hope i can make it as great as my other books.