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Me:Yep.

Five minutes later…

Luke: Are you gonna tell me?

Me:I’d rather surprise you.

Luke:You aren’t buying my paint, babe.

Me:No. But I’ve got the color swatch.

If he doesn’t take the hint and invite me to the bar or wherever he is, then this is pointless.

Luke:Come by for dinner. I promise not to feed you any stacked meat.

Me:Aw, you remembered. So sweet.

Luke:How could I forget? Weirdest fucking shit I ever heard.

Me:LOL. I’ll stop by. No need to feed me.

Luke:Whatever.

God, the guy is a grouch even in a simple text message. Maybe I shouldn’t stop by. Maybe I’m forcing him into something he doesn’t want. Either way, I’m honestly not in the mood to deal with this. At all. As a matter of fact, nowI’mthe one who’s angry.

Me:Never mind…

Luke:WTF?

Me:Yeah, never mind.

I don’t need this. I’ve got to move in days to a place I’ve yet to find, I practically failed my World History test, and now having to put up with this A-hole is not something I want to deal with. I’m about to turn off my phone when it rings and Luke’s name appears.

I’m stupid. I answer. “Yeah?”

“What the fuck, Tayler?”

See?

“What?” I snap right back.

“What’s your problem?”

My problem? Luke Green’s my problem, but I’m not about to say that. “I don’t have a problem. What’syourproblem?”

“I’m busy as fuck, babe.”

“Well, then, go do whatever you need to do. You calledme, remember that.” I hang up without another word, and for some stupid reason, it makes me cry. Immediately. My phone rings again, and I press the icon to ignore it. Better than that, I turn off the phone completely. I’m busy too. I need to finish packing, and then Quinn and I are going apartment hunting. God, I hope we find a place. If we don’t, I’ll be looking for a storage unit and living in my car.

The thought makes me cry a bit harder. Sure, I’m feeling mighty sorry for myself right now. I’m entitled to be a little sad right now. I’ve kept myself together, for the most part, since Dylan and I… never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’m human. If you don’t like it, well, you can just…suck it.

Damn. More tears.