“Nah,” I say, snuggling back into bed. “I’m happy pretending I don’t exist for the day.”
“I can stay with you if you want.”
“And let you skip up the chance to tell Rivers how desperately you need him to fill the gaping hole in your life? No thanks.”
“I’ve never heard truer words,” she tells me, walking towards the door. “But I have a feeling you’re referring to a metaphorical hole, while I’m taking it a little more literal.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not surprised, whore,” I call after her as she disappears out the door.
“Don’t forget to take a shower at some point,” she calls back. “You smell like a pack of rats crawled up your ass and died.”
“Love you too.”
“Skank.”
With that comes the sound of my front door slamming closed.
God, I love her.
I fall straight back asleep and at some point wake up, remembering that I have to eat to survive. With my hair falling around my face, looking like a bird’s nest and no pants, I stumble out of my room, hating how my eyes still feel sore and puffy from crying all night.
Making my way into the kitchen, I pass the mess Tully and I left from our nachos and dive through the fridge for the leftovers when I realize there is none. I stare at the fridge in confusion. I swear I put leftovers in here last night. I mean, it’s possible that Tully stole it for her breakfast or took it for lunch but she ran out of here like her ass was on fire. I seriously doubt she would have allowed time to take her lunch, she would have ordered the boys to go and get her something instead, and then washed it down with a coffee.
I straighten myself up, scowling with annoyance as I try to figure it out. Maybe I forgot to put it in the fridge and it’s been sitting out all night.
I start scanning the kitchen, looking from left to right, taking in every last piece of the kitchen with a cringe, realizing how much of a mess I’ve got to sort out today. I probably should have done it all last night, but what can I say? Tully and I are lazy bitches.
I make my way around the kitchen and stop in complete and utter confusion as I take in the dining table.
“What the hell is that?” I grumble to myself.
I walk towards the dining table with my eyes scanning over the massive nerf gun and then stand there like a complete idiot, gawking at the thing and trying to work out where the fuck it came from. This thing is huge. I would have specifically remembered buying it for myself because there’s no way in hell I would, and even if I ever considered buying one, I wouldn’t have gotten one this big. I mean, this thing could probably hold at least fifty of those little foam bullet things at a time.
It takes all of three seconds for me to notice the note laying right beside it and even less time for the words written on it to force a smile to rip across my face.
Spitfire,
You were right, I am an ass, but I bet you don’t have enough balls to make me admit it out loud. Loser has to apologize first.
Rules – There are none!
Come and find me, baby.
Noah.
By the way, you look fucking sexy sleeping in my shirt.
Oh, and your nachos were delicious. Could use a little more chili powder though!
I pick my jaw up off the floor. If he wants to play, then, by all means, we’ll play.
I grab the nerf gun off the table and smile as I notice he’s already loaded it for me, which makes me wonder how long I was asleep for and why the hell he didn’t wake me up when he got here.
No doubt he came to talk about last night, but something tells me that he isn’t here to break up with me after all. Maybe I read things wrong or maybe I need to be giving him a little more credit. Maybe all he needed was a kick up the ass and a little more time. I guess a girl can always hope.
In the meantime, I need to literally kick his ass. That turd burger owes me an apology.
I push up from the table when I hear the sound of the back door slamming followed by a stick scratching against the glass window. That little……he’s trying to scare me out.
It’s taken me up until this moment to not only realize that Noah was here, but he’s hiding somewhere waiting for me to start a war.
And I’m standing here, out in the open like a sitting duck.
Shit.
I fall to the ground, away from the windows, realizing he’s probably outside. I remember his note. ‘Rules – There are none!.’ I’m going to make him regret that.