“Yeah. Well...”
Asking Nikki anything would be a last resort, even if she did work here. That was for damn sure. One sideways glance from me and she thought I wanted her.
The truck in front of us spit out a black cloud of exhaust as it drove off, and we moved forward.
“I’m telling you, man, if old Salami Tits knew about this Drew thing and she didn’t say anything, I’m gonna hate her even more, and I’m gonna—”
The drive-thru window cranked open with a creak of old hinges, and before I faced the window, the scent of perfume that reminded me of having my tongue on an expensive-tasting pussy wafted inside my car.
My dick was already at attention before Genevieve spun away from the register. “Two number ones and—” Her expression went blank before she released a heavy groan. “Really?”
“Two number ones, and you forgot the blowjob.”
Hendrix punched my shoulder. “No way, man. She’s hot. I called dibs in my head five seconds ago.”
My gaze remained trained on Genevieve. “I’ve already had my tongue in her pussy, Hendrix.” I cocked a brow. “So, she’s mine.” Sure, it was an asshole thing to say, but girls rarely ever went for a nice guy.
“Definitely not, asshole.” If looks could kill... I probably shouldn’t have found that homicidal gleam in her eyes so hot, but I totally did.
“See!” Hendrix gave me another whack. “If you haven’t pumped your dick in it, it doesn’t count.”
“Dibs, fuckwad.”
Genevieve rolled her eyes. “That’s fifteen seventy-five.”
I passed over the cash. Then the window slammed. So, Miss Champagne and Caviar was about to start at Dayton and she was working a drive-thru? Daddy had most definitely lost the money.... No way some Barrington kid would be working a drive-thru in Dayton if he hadn’t.
“Seriously, Bell. Why do you have to go licking all the hot pussy?” Hendrix slouched in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest like a sulking toddler. “Dick.” I was still staring at him when a grease-stained bag landed in my lap.
“You can go now. Have a nice night,” she said, moving to close the window.
But before it swung shut, I grabbed it. “Come on now, baby girl, you...” My next words were lost when my gaze dropped to her tits, and more importantly, to the plastic name tag pinned to her shirt that read: Drew. No way. No fucking way! “Your name’s Drew?” There was no way in hell that girl was a drug dealer. She was too—everything not Dayton.
She shrugged one shoulder. “What do you want me to say? I wasn’t supposed to see you again.” Then she slammed the drive-thru window.
Swiping a hand over my face, I pressed back against the seat. That girl may not be a true threat, but God, this was a problem. Hendrix snatched the bag from my lap. “Good job, asshole.” Then chucked a fry at my face. “You had your sick tongue slurping over our competition like a Tootsie Pop!” He shook his head.
“She’s not competition, Hendrix. Did you see her?”
“Yeah. She’s hot. I’d buy weed off her.”
I glared at him. “No way that girl is a drug dealer. She’s probably got daddy issues and is trying to do something to get his attention, so she’s selling a handful of dime bags.”
But the problem was, regardless of how much of a threat I felt she posed, we had a reputation. If we let her get away with this little drive-thru stunt, other assholes would try. And eventually, an asshole who would pose a threat would get brave. I had to nip this shit in the bud come Monday morning.
A car horn blared behind us. Hendrix flipped them off, then lowered the window and stuck his head out, shouting, “Go suck a dick. We’re having a crisis!”
“Get back in the car.” I yanked his crazy ass back inside, then floored the accelerator, watching in my side mirror as Drew handed the next customer their mega gulp drink.
That girl was a liar and a con, and God, did I want to fuck her up, then fuck her for it.
4
Drew
Jesus, I could not get away from the guy. Each time I saw him he was more of a dick, and each time I remembered that night in the back of that van and exactly what that arrogant mouth was capable of. I absolutely was not getting involved with a guy like that, but the public school playboy might just make my time in this shithole more interesting.
Someone squeezed between me and the fryer, giving me a little shove as they did. Cheap perfume cut through the scent of the grease. Of course, I was on shift with Nikki. The two of them could both fuck off and leave me out of whatever shit they had going.
“If you seriously think he wants you,” she said, full of attitude. “You’re stupid.”
“Okay, I’ll indulge this for a second.” I let out a sigh, then turned to face her. “Not that I give a shit, but for the sake of your dignity, maybe you should stop.” I almost pitied the girl because that scene in the school parking lot—he had been awful to her, and yet here she was, still chasing the guy.
“Whatever.” She scooped ice into a Styrofoam cup, then shoved it under one of the dispensers with an acidic smile. “Think you’re something special if you want. I have no problem making your life hell, rich bitch, because, in Dayton, you’re nothing.”
I forced my expression to remain impassive. “Thanks for that imaginative, mean-girl warning.”
The muscles in her jaw tightened. “Seriously, Barrington. I will cut you.” And that might have been the most uncivilized thing I’d ever heard.
I grabbed the headset off the cash register and shoved it over my head. “Clucka-Clucka. Welcome to Frank’s Famous Chicken. Home of the Bucka-Bucka.”
“Hey, can I, uh...” A guy’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Can I get a Big Mac?”
I fidgeted with the microphone while jabbing my employee number over the register’s screen. “Did you read the sign on the way in? This isn’t McDonald's.”
“Jesus. I want some weed, lady.”
Weed? Really? This is what I got for living in a place like this. I inhaled a cleansing breath, trying to find patience. “Does it look like a dispensary? Order fried chicken or move along.”
The speaker cut off, and a car zoomed around the corner of the building. When I went back to the fryer, Nikki smirked at me like she knew something I didn’t. I flipped her off even though she probably would make good on her promise to cut me, but whatever.
I already anticipated that between her and Bellamy, tomorrow would be absolute hell.
At this point, my life was becoming a joke. After my shift, I didn’t even bother going home. What was the point? I was just going to sit in that house alone, watching TV, eating Push-Pops, and feeling sorry for myself. Because after my afternoon at Rockbottom High, I was definitely throwing a pity party.
I pulled up in Olivia Bennett’s drive, then knocked on her front door. She was one of the few girls I’d befriended in my brief stays here during holidays. Without Genevieve here to console me, she was the next best thing. It was kind of shitty of me that I hadn’t contacted her until now, but I’d been wallowing, mourning.