Sinister [Jason McCann]

Fifteen

Jason’s POV --

 

Today was an actual repeat of yesterday.

 

Counting money and smoking weed. It was to the point where I could do both of these things in my sleep. The only thing different was I hadn’t been in my office all day, I stayed home and I didn’t plan to leave unless Ace called me over to chill and play some 2k13 or Black Ops. Other than that, the weather didn’t meet up to my standards. The sun was literally burning the city and I wasn’t up for getting an unnecessary tan. Especially if I wasn’t getting laid afterwards, so fuck it; I’ll keep myself busy all day somehow.

 

The TV was on, displaying the news but I paid no attention to it. If I did, I’d end up losing count and that’d only piss me off. I finish counting a stack and set if off to the side, next to the neat pile of cash. I exhale and relax for a bit; just getting lost in my thoughts. They time travel back to last night. I hung out with both Ace and Lana at a club for a few hours. That was last minute and unexpected; for me. At first I wasn’t up for it, third wheeling wasn’t something I enjoyed. Then I thought about it and I figured; since it’s a club I’d see plenty of girls to keep myself occupied with. Somewhere in the middle of the night I was occupied with one specific girl, don’t remember her name but I got her number and I fucked her in the bathroom, that’s all I wanted anyway.

 

Moving on from that, it was a struggle keeping Ace on his toes. I wasn’t much of a drinker but Ace was the complete opposite. I guess you could say my addiction to coke and weed was equivalent to his obsession for alcohol.

 

Lana didn’t drink much either. She specifically stated that she wanted to return home sober. When she mentioned ‘home’ I instantly thought of Lea. We were supposed to hang out but it’s obvious how that went. I will admit I was somewhat curious to know what happened. Knowing what I know about Lea so far, she doesn’t seem like the type to pass out on an opportunity to leave home. Perhaps something got in the way, I’ll most likely never know.

 

On top of the thoughts roaming over Lea’s name, I thought of what Sandrine told me. At the time, I didn’t shed too much light over it. In fact, I didn’t care at all. For many reasons and specifically two. One; it came from Sandrine and she’s most likely lying for whatever reason she may have--that I also don’t give a fuck about. Two; even if she’s telling the truth, Lea and I are both single so we can do whatever the fuck we want. I couldn’t be mad even if I wanted to be.

 

I look at my phone right when it lit up. I was receiving a call and it took me over ten years to finally reach for it. The call came from Brody and I honestly couldn’t think of any good reasons he had for calling me right now.

 

“What’s up?” I hold the phone to my ear and stand up, taking a walk to the kitchen.

 

“You busy?” He asks and I open the fridge skimming over the many things I could satisfy myself with.

 

“I’m still counting shit,” I reply and grab the unfinished bowl of ice-cream I made for myself last night after I got home. “Why?”

 

I set it on the counter and slam the freezer door shut with my foot. A metal spoon already sat in the bowl, sticking deep into the ice-cream. As I’m tearing the spoon out Brody says, “Damn. Ace and I are taking the girls out to go laser tagging. Tonight they have teams and you know we never lose.”