Same size. Same color. And there’s a note.
Sorry, I’m an asshole.
-Jo.
Chapter twenty-one
Uhm...You're a Dick?
Jo
Sometimes, I can be a real pain in the ass. I’m well aware of this fact, but it was made clear again last night at Giddy Ups.
Not only did I get drunk and dance on a pool table, but then, I told Beau he had a stick up his ass before asking him if he thinks he will hate me forever. Oh, and to top it all off, I threw up all over his shoes.
I knew shots of Fireball were a bad idea.
While it’s true that I would like for Beau to stop hating me, sober me would have never been so blunt about it. I would have kept that shit locked down and never let myself be so vulnerable.
I really need to find a happy medium between fun Jo and wild Jo.
To make amends, I got up early and went to buy Beau a new pair of shoes after I upchucked on his. After begging Dylan to give me Beau’s address, I went to his house to ask him what size he wore. Thankfully, I didn’t have to because the gross ones were still on the porch. A couple hours later, I had a brand new pair waiting for him.
Maybe that will get him to hate me a little less.
Probably not.
But that’s not why I did it. I did it because it was the right thing to do after I was an asshole.
As I get out of the shower, I head into the living room. I pull a brush through my wet tangled hair, grimacing every time I hit a snag.
Dylan looks up at me from his phone. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay today?”
“Dylan, if you ask me that one more time, I’m going to kick your ass.”
“I just–”
I cut him off. “It’s babysitting, not rocket science. I’ll be fine.”
He starts rambling off things about the girls that he thinks I may need to know, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Dylan, I don’t know if you know this, but your daughters and I have actually met before. We live together, and oh yeah, they're my nieces!”
Before he can say anything, Leah comes walking in. As she puts in her earrings, she says, “Dylan, leave Jo alone. She’ll be fine. And if you keep fucking with her, she won’t want to babysitanymore, and that will lessen your chances of getting laid quite a bit.”
When Leah isn’t looking, I stick my tongue out at my brother.
“Leah, Jo is being a little shit,” he whines.
She just says, “I don’t care. For the next 24 hours, we don’t have to be on parent duty. She can do whatever she wants."
A few moments later, I finally have them shoved out the door. Well, Dyl was the only one I had to shove. Leah practically skipped to the car.
I love my brother, but he needs to remove the stick from his ass. Even if I did have a problem, I have damn near a dozen other family members less than ten minutes away that I could call.
Luna comes running out of her bedroom. “Did Mommy and Daddy leave?”
“Yep. You’re stuck with me for the night.”
