“No.” Definitely a male voice.
His legs kick.
“Do it or I’m calling the cops!” I say it louder in case he can’t hear me inside that thing. “Isaid, take off your head!”
“I saidno.”
He moves, trying to adjust his position on the ground, but I stop him, firmly planting one of my shoes in the center of his chest, pinning him to the earth, where he belongs.
Ha!
“FREEZE, MOTHER EFFER.”
He does not freeze.
“I said freeze, mother effer! Do what you’re told and you won’t get hurt!”
Why am I talking like one of the cops I see on TV?
“You’re not the boss of me.”
I tsk. “You’re in my yard, a-hole.”
He doesn’t move, so I continue to make demands. “Take that stupid thing off your head so I can see your stupid face,” I repeat. There’s a long hesitation, so I turn up the heat. “Need I remind you about the cops?”
He still hesitates—not that I blame him. Whoever this is likely already knows he’s in deep shit.Serious trouble.I am in charge here, whoever he—
He tries to shove my foot off his chest, but I pin him harder.
Girl power!
“Jesus! Get your foot off me!” he whines like the baby bitch he is.
I do not comply,obviously.
“Take off the rhino head right now or I’m screaming for mydad.”
One second goes by. Then another.
Then ten.
Just when I think my heart cannot beat any faster, those arms reach up and push at the rhino until I see neck. Jawline. Nose.
Eyes.
Those eyes…
My heart is beating like a drum, my brain about to explode.Oh my god, holy shit, holy crap, there is no possible way. This cannot be happening.
“Well, well, well—if it isn’t the one and only Easton Westermann committing a crime in my very own backyard.”
Easton. Westermann. As I live and breathe.
In my dirt. In my yard. In the dark. Under my shoe.
Before I know what I’m about, I pull my phone from my pocket and snap a few fast photos, blinding us both with the flash.
“What the hell did you do that for?” He tries to shield his eyes but that stupid rhino head is in his way, and he knocks it back with a fur-covered paw.
