And I suppose you’re going to take me?
Bend at the waist, setting my half-empty beer bottle on the ground, resting it between my feet so it doesn’t spill. Pull the rubber band out of my hair and shake my entire head, dipping over to gather it in my hands. Yank it into a top knot and wrap the black elastic band around it.Looking good, Sasquatch. You really shouldn’t have gotten all fancy for us, one of my teammates goads from a few feet away, having caught me doing my hair. Want to blow me later?
My hands are now free, so I flip him off. Fuck the fuck off, Winkowski.But you’re such a pretty girl.Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ha ha. Jesus, these guys. Constantly giving me shit about my appearance—as if I give a crap what they think about my hair. Nothing I haven’t been hearing the two years since I decided to let it all grow out.
The hair and the beard work because I’m not getting approached constantly, and no girls are trying to get themselves knocked up.I’m no one’s sugar daddy and no chick’s meal ticket.
So, here’s the thing: my parents are…wealthy. And not the millionaire-next-door kind of rich. No. They’re the You want to have dinner in Vegas tonight? Let’s take the leer jet. kind of rich. Hilton rich. Rockefeller rich.
Sometimes it blows dick that Dad is one of the biggest employers in the state and owns one of the largest manufacturing plants in the country, located right here in Iowa. It’s like wearing a big, red target on my back, and eventually…I got sick and tired of it.He growls, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration, spitting out the next bit of information as quickly as he can.
Dax called when I was parking the car after I dropped Collin off at the doors. He went to the accident site and checked over her car.He pauses and I hold my breath, trying not to curse at him.
My breath leaves me with a sob. DJ tries to pull me to him once again, but I back away.I shake my head back and forth as I continue walking away from him.