Chapter 9 - Johnny - Mission Accomplished
Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.
I crack my eyes open and listen carefully.
Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.
Where the fuck is my phone?
Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.
I jump off the bed and throw my pillows and blankets on the floor, finally finding my phone wedged between the mattress and the headboard. The time on the lock screen reads 1:32am. I only came to bed twenty minutes ago, after Devon updated me on the Connor situation and I finally gave up on Becca getting back to me.
After Becca left earlier today, I called up Lana to see if she wanted to do some work on her tattoo. Lana used to babysit Ryder and Hunter when they were kids and their dad worked overtime. When she had a full double mastectomy and chose not to go with reconstructive surgery to replace her breasts, Ryder told her to call Hunter’s shop and ask for me. We’ve been working on a large floral piece for the last week, and she’s loving the results so far.
I worked on her for a few hours tonight, ears waiting to hear the buzz from my phone telling me I had a message from Becca. She didn’t send one, though, so when I got home, I came to bed.
But here is a text from her now.
Becca -You up?
Becca -I had to put Alex to bed. She was too drunk.
Becca-She said I was too drunk, but I’m not. Well, maybe a little tiny bit.
I smile down at the screen, picturing Becca squinting at her phone, concentrating so she won’t misspell anything so she can convince me that she’s not drunk. There’s no way she didn’t drink with Alex tonight. Not after how Alex found Connor. Devon’s messages explained that the girl Alex saw had drugged Connor at the bar and then drove him to his place to sleep with him.
To rape him.
I should tell Becca right now, but I think that’s news that would be better shared in person. And when all the parties involved are sober. But I’m still going to keep talking to her as long as she’ll let me.
Me -A very likely story. How much did you two drink? How is Alex feeling now?
Becca -She’s passed out. But also she’s hurt and mad.
Becca -Did I ever tell you how hot Johnny is? He is so hot. I’m pretty sure my panties melt every time he’s near me.
I run my hand down my face, trying to wipe the grin away. I’m in bed alone, so there’s no one here to see it, but I still feel funny about it. I shouldn’t be enjoying her confession so much, since she’s drunk and can’t help it, but I like it anyway.
Me -No, you never mentioned that. I like the way it sounds, though. You should tell me again.
Becca -No way. I can’t tell you how hot I think Johnny is. It’s a secret. I’m the only one who can know.
Me -What if I promise not to tell?
Becca -Nope. Not good enough.
Becca -You can tell me a secret first. Then maybe I’ll tell you.
She must really be drunk. Does she even realize she’s talking to me right now? I thought she was kidding when she was saying my name like she was talking to someone else, but maybe she really thinks that. Can I use this to my advantage? If I tell her how I feel right now, she’ll no doubt forget it by morning. I know I said we would be friends and nothing more, but I can’t let this chance pass me by. I doubt I’ll ever get another chance to tell her how I feel without scaring her off completely.
Me -Deal. But you need to go first.
Becca -Okay. Johnny is literally the hottest guy I have ever seen. Last night when we almost had sex but then he ran away nearly killed me. It was so much like what happened with Milo that all the memories came flooding back.
Oh, fuck.
Why didn’t she tell me she was so upset about that? And who the fuck is Milo? And how can I get away with teaching him a lesson? That’s something to talk to Aiden about one of these days.
