Theo: Guess you’ll have to figure it out.
Laney: I suppose I’ll rough a game for you.
Theo: Not a football fan?
Laney: Meh. Not my favorite. BRB. I’m gonna have to go milk a cow for this lady’s order.
Grinning, I pocket my phone and scramble to the kitchen for a drink. I can still feel the residual sun on my neck and scalp. A steady thump above has me hustling across the living room in retreat. Troy isn’t exactly discriminate on when he decides to bring his conquests home. The girls he ‘dates’ aren’t my type, though with some, I can see the appeal. Escaping to the basement in lieu of a moan-infused shower, I sprawl out on the couch and spread out my books. I may have to share the house, but I’ll never share my basement. It’s a house rule.
I’m about to crack a book when my phone vibrates.
Laney: Why do guys think it’s okay to stare freely at my tits. Why? Tell me!
Theo: No clue. I’m not the spokesman.
Laney: Ninety or nineteen, doesn’t matter the age, they ALL do it. It’s disgusting.
Theo: Think of it as a compliment?
Laney: I’m going to pretend you didn’t text that. And I’d rather drop half a chocolate Ex-Lax into their coffee. (devil emoji)
Theo: That’s wrong on so many levels. Caffeine is already a natural laxative.
Laney: That’s me being merciful. Which reminds me, I’m almost out. Mind running to Rite Aid to bring me some? There is a free cappuccino in it for you.
Theo: Absolutely not.
Laney: Fine. Want to meet up after the game?
Theo: Sure.
Laney: Okay. Meet you at Harry’s?
Theo: See you there.
It’s not a date. She said friends at the store. Aside from her drunken confessions, and grocery shopping insanity, I barely know this girl. Besides, she told me herself she’s done dating for the moment. But was she specifically talking about the ‘bash-and-dash’ type of guy? Or men altogether? I reread the texts and decide there’s no use mulling over it. She said friends, so friends it is.
The front door closes, and I know Troy’s company has just left. Or maybe it was Lance’s latest.
I’m surrounded by womanizers.
Something I do know is that eventually, they’re going to learn the hard way. The thing is, they both know it, and they’re going to fight it until it happens. I, for one, damn sure don’t want to be around when it does. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the bigger the ego, the harder they fall.
Laney: Ugh. I really need that Ex-Lax.
Theo: Use your words, Laney.
Laney: I get fired for that.
Theo: How many jobs have you had since you started school?
Laney: Quite a few. I have this plan. I heard once that five to seven lines of income do a millionaire make. I just have to keep enough jobs to get that going. It’s my goal.
Theo: How many do you have now?
Laney: Three and a half. I deliver auto parts on Saturdays. It’s a half job.
Theo: And how many have you had?