“She thinks you want to fuck Frankie,” Mantis blurts.
Fuckin’ hell.
“Mantis!” Frankie looks mortified.
Fuck, maybe I do too.
I just look at Frankie.
I don’t need to say anything.
My eyes do it for me.
“Iknewit!” Tasha exclaims.
Frankie freezes. “Huh? I— we— you—” She stops, exhales, regroups, and pinches the bridge of her nose, then straightens. “We can’t. I mean. Za’s home.”
“That’s your concern?”I laugh, surprised by how easy it comes. “Alright. Fine, then. I got a spot today. Now what?”
She squints. “You got a spot? Just like that?”
“Yes.”
“So you couldn’t have done that before?”
I shrug. “Man gets tired of his mum barking and getting fucked off about ice-cream.”
She swats my chest, not hard, just enough to make a point.
I open the passenger door for her. She hesitates like she wants to protest, but then waves her friends good night and slips inside without a word.
Good.
Because I’m not in the mood to pretend I don’t want her anymore.
I, too, waved her friends off before jogging around to the driver’s side and sliding in before pulling my balaclava off and tossing it in the backseat. As I pull out, Sol catches sight of us and jogs over, knocking once on my window.
“Oi! You leaving already?”
“Yeah.”
“So soon? We were about to hit another spot.”
“Nah,” I say, glancing down at the passenger seat where Frankie’s already typing furiously on her phone. “Got business to handle.”
Sol follows my line of sight and lets out a low whistle. “Fuck.”
“Exactly, my friend. Exactly,” I say, smiling. “See you later. Thanks for the invite. I owe you.”
I pull off before he can add anything else.?
We stop beneath a flickering streetlight,the city suddenly quiet after the chaos we just left behind, but sirens still wail somewhere in the distance.
Frankie’s still texting, thumbs moving fast, face lit by her screen.
“Telling your roster group chat goodnight?” I ask a bit cheekily.
She lifts her middle finger without even looking up. “Fuck you and fuck off. I’m turning off my location.”
