“Hey John!” I crawl over my bed and grab my boot. I hear a hiss at it hits my target.
“What?” he groans.
“Did you get the money?”
“I just got in bed, May!” he shouts.
“I know, I was waiting,” I explain. “Did you get the money from the guy yesterday or not?”
“Yes,” he grumbles, “the only thing I could get from him.”
“Okay cool,” I settle back into bed, “drop off the rent tomorrow.”
I fell asleep thinking about Keegan. There must be a way to assimilate him into this world. I was so ready to corrupt his innocence.
--
I slump in my chair and drool into my coffee. My bed head was falling in my face and I had no energy to fix it.
“Hey John,” I grab sugar from the counter and start pouring it in my coffee.
“Yes,” he leans against the counter and sips his own cup.
“What do you think of Keegan?” I ask.
I see his smirk but choose to ignore it.
“Other than the fact that this is the third day in a row you brought him up?” he teases and I glare.
“He seems,” he thinks, “okay.”
“Really?” I assure.
“What are you planning, May?” he cuts to the chase.
“The other day,” I think of Theodore, “the man targeted me only. He never mentioned you.”
“You have definitely made there hit list. You kind of went ballistic on Blake-“
“Do not say that name!” I shout. He was not worth mentioning. “This is my home, and he is no part of it,” I snarl at John. He knew I hated the subject.
“Chill girl,” he pulls his arms up in defense. I wasn’t close enough to hurt him, but I commonly throw things at him. I didn’t this time though.
“He seems like a good kid,” John declares. “Honestly, a little too good. He is something completely unexpected, and obviously doesn’t belong in our crowd. You know what I mean?” He says and takes the sugar away from me.
I pout and narrow my eyes.
“Well he wants to fit in,” I straighten in my seat, “I think we should include him.”
“Why?” John takes my empty cup and starts cleaning the kitchen. “He has nothing to offer us,” he says.
“I was thinking about that,” I perk at the subject, “and I think he has something to offer.”
“What?” John finally focuses on me.
“He has this innocence, and maturity. He is like the underdog that a big shot would mold,” I admit.
“You want to mold him?” John utters.
“No, stupid,” I scoff, “I want to use his that to get information.”
“May,” John closes the distance between us, “what are you planning?”
--
I search for a nice blouse to stick with my pencil skirt.
“I don’t think we should be risking this, May,” John confesses from his seat at the bar.
“It will be fine John,” I chuckle, “think of it like an initiation for him.”
“Since when did we need to initiate our friends,” he snorts.
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Maintaining Me
General FictionShe is a madness. He follows the rules. Maali is a girl with a past, who enjoys her isolation; but she is being screwed with. Thing is, if you mess with fire you are bound to get burned. She is intent on seeking her revenge, and she drags her only...
