Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
At that, I laughed. “Go fuck yourself, Elisha.”
She growled, which was the first sign of a crack in her armor.
“Why are you doing this, Posy?” She threw her hands up in the air. “My god.”
I shoved the keys to my bike into my pocket and said, “Stop calling me. Don’t show up at my house. Don’t call my mom and ask about me.”
“You’re…”
The door to the diner banged open and an angry female voice said, “If you didn’t have any money, why’d you fucking eat? Holy shit, do you think normal people show up to a place and know they don’t have any money,eat, then record the server as you tell her to ‘bill you?’”
I shoved my hands in my pockets and kept walking toward the commotion.
“I’ll make sure to bring a lot of revenue here,” the man said. “You should be thankful that I recorded that. I can post it and bring you so many views.”
“I don’t care if you’re fucking Keith Lee!” Searcy threw up her hands. “You’re not coming in here and eating and not paying at least something. Fuck your views and your followers. Now, either give me something that you think will cover your meal, or I’ll punch you in the throat.”
“Classy,” I heard Elisha say.
I kept walking, not stopping until I was on the curb of the sidewalk that led into Hodges Diner.
“I’m going to put you on the map!” he declared. “You won’t know what hit you when I post the video!”
“Ass, grass or gas. Nobody eats for free.” Searcy took a menacing step toward him.
The kid turned and started to run, but unfortunately for him I kept him from going anywhere but the ground when he bounced off my chest.
The kid hit the ground and his phone went sliding across the concrete, landing conveniently beside Searcy’s feet.
Searcy picked the phone up and started swiping on it.
Her fingers stopped and swiped, and she threw the phone down on the ground and kicked it toward him.
It skidded across the concrete and hit the kid in the side of the head.
I bent down and pulled the wallet from the kid’s back pocket, rolling my eyes when I saw the wad of cash inside.
He had more than enough money.
Dumbass.
I yanked a hundo out of the wallet, then threw the wallet onto the kid’s face.
He cried out, covering his nose.
Stepping over him, I handed Searcy the bill and said, “Are we back to only grilled cheese? Because I had that for lunch, and my sister really likes your turkey sandwiches.”
“No,” she sighed as she shoved the hundred into her pocket. “I only do that sometimes for lunch because I hate when I have to remember all the orders, and people complain when I get them wrong.”
My lips twitched. “Not a fan of being a waitress?”
“No,” she said. “Not even a little.”
She didn’t wait for me to grab the door for her before she yanked it open and allowed it to slam behind her.
I had to laugh inwardly at that because no way would Elisha get to a door and not wait for me to open it for her.
Speaking of Elisha, I heard the whine of her electric car zoom away, spitting gravel and dirt from the in much need of repair parking lot.
Searcy didn’t spare me a second glance as she went right back to work.
I chose the seat at the bar, hoping that by my closeness to the hub of the diner, she’d be forced to talk to me.
I didn’t know what it was that had me so intrigued, but there was something about her that was drawing me in.
“What can I get you to drink?”
That was the young girl.
“Um,” I thought about that for a second.
I’d had so many damn Dr Peppers over the last couple of hours—there was nothing better than an ice-cold Dr Pepper out of the cooler when you were hot—that I should probably consume some water.
But…
“Dr Pepper,” I answered.
The young girl got me my drink and said, “Do you know what you want to order?”
I nodded and placed my order, choosing a burger, and replaced my menu in the holder between the salt and pepper shakers.
Then I watched.
And realized that whatever I felt for Elisha was nothing.
Not when I was obsessed with a woman named Searcy that had zero desire to please anyone, not even her own family.
Five
Stop worrying about being the hottest chick he’s been with and start being the scariest.
—Searcy to Kent
SEARCY
The first thing I did the next morning was head out for a run.
I couldn’t afford a gym membership.
I also couldn’t afford any weight equipment.
Hell, I could barely afford the clothes on my body.
My shoes needed replaced last year, and every single pair of socks I owned had holes in them.
Yet, running was free, and I had to do something to help me alleviate the complete shitstorm that was my life.