Saint.
I immediately drop the broom I’m holding, a happy laugh escaping my mouth. I run out the door as Saint swings his leg over the motorcycle and takes off his helmet. I jump on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, causing him to stumble back a little. I rain kisses all over his face.
“I missed you, too,” he smiles, before kissing me on the cheek.
“Oh my God! What are you doing here?” I ask excitedly, as I unwrap my limbs from his body to slide to the ground.
“You seemed so sad lately during our phone conversations, so we wanted to surprise you.”
“We?”
“Yeah, Lo and Micah are here, too.”
I jump up and down like a kid in a candy store.
“How?”
“My dad rented a truck for me. A four-door extended cab so that we could all fit, with enough room for my motorcycle to sit in the back. We left on Tuesday morning and just arrived this evening. We drove for twelve hours a day, taking turns. Your mother knew we were coming.”
“You don’t understand how happy I am you’re all here, but you guys are missing school and spending way too much money to be here,” I say as tears roll down my cheeks.
“Trust me, you’re worth it and don’t worry, everything is taken care of. All loose ends have been tied.” Saint wipes my tears away.
“I’ll be back. I’m going to see if I can leave early. I need a motorcycle ride right now.”
I race back inside the building to see that, obviously, Mary watched the whole interaction, because she’s wearing a goofy grin on her face.
“Go ahead. It’s only twenty minutes early. Get out of here,” says Mary.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
“Thank you, Mary. I’ll leave my car here and pick it up in the morning before school.”
I run to the back to get my jacket. I opted to wear my fanny pack to work today instead of bringing my purse. I’m back outside in a few seconds. Saint is already sitting on his motorcycle. He hands me a helmet. I place it on my head then hop on. When I wrap my arms around his waist, he pulls off.
I close my eyes as the adrenaline flows through my veins. I missed this. I feel free.
That’s the motherfucker in most of the pictures Cocoa has posted on her Facebook page. I wanted to break his fucking neck. It took all of my strength to not get up from the table and rip her from his embrace. I’ve never seen her so happy. That’s a look she’ll never give me. I don’t know that guy, but he’s instantly on my fuck-you list. Maybe he is her boyfriend. No, I can’t believe that. She wouldn’t have kissed me like that. Something tells me Cocoa is monogamous and loyal.
“Calm down,” Dee says to me.
“I am calm.”
He pointedly looks down at the table where I’m resting my hands, and I follow his gaze. My hands form a tight fist, blood seeping between my knuckles. I open my fist, stretching my fingers. I didn’t realize that I was digging my nails into the flesh of my palms.
“You have it bad for her, Mav. Why are you fighting it?” asks Nix.
“You know why.”
“Just let go man, and give it a chance,” says Dee.
“What? And be a loving doting boyfriend? That’s not me.”
“It could be,” says Nix.
“You two don’t have girlfriends.”
“That’s because we love the bachelor lifestyle,” states Nix matter-of-factly.
