a helluva lot more!” I tell him as I put in the code Sean gave me, and boom, there’s Jetta’s name in his contacts. I get my own phone out to add her number in my phone, and then I scroll through his photos and send a few of him and her and her alone to myself. What a perv. I’m not sure why he has so many photos of his sister, but I can’t complain since I’ll be jerking off to these bad boys later tonight.
“Here. Take the phone and guitar in to see what you can get for them. I’ll wait here,” I say when I hand the phone over to Fiasco.
“Suit yourself,” he says when he climbs out with the goods.
While he’s gone, I start drafting a text message to Jetta. I enter in various greetings before deleting them, unable to figure out what the hell to say to her. Odds are, I’m only going to get one shot before she blocks my number. I really don’t want her to block me. I’ve waited for what feels like a lifetime to find her again, so I can’t blow this shot.
It’s like fate has brought us together again. She has to realize that too, right?
Jetta
A few hours after Devlin and his friend left, I’m rubbing aloe vera on my overbaked shoulders when my phone dings with an incoming text message.
Sitting on my bed with the device, I assume it’s from Carla or one of my friends back in Wilmington.
Instead, it’s a message from an unfamiliar phone number that says, I prefer the purple hair, but the blonde braids are cute too.
Who is this? I type back after staring at the message for half an hour, even though my heart is racing in my chest because I have an idea. How did you get this number?
Oh, right! Sean said Devlin stole his phone!
I’m getting ready to delete the message and block the number when he sends another message. Don’t block me. I’ve missed you like crazy. BTW, have you fucked anyone since the concert? I haven’t, which is some sort of record. Meeting you there, in a field packed with thousands of people was chance, but finding you again today was fate, baby.
Devlin.
Of course it’s him. He obviously got my number out of Sean’s phone and then thought it would be a good idea to contact me? He’s insane. And obviously lying about not sleeping with anyone since the concert. A guy like him was probably with a girl later the next day after I left him sleeping with Rob Lawrence in the rock star’s bed.
Still, despite how angry and annoyed at him I am, I can’t help but respond. My fingers fly over the keyboard before I give them permission to answer him.
It’s none of your business who I’ve been with, asshole! You have some nerve hurting my brother, stealing from him and then texting me!
The phone rings in my palm while I’m stupidly waiting for him to respond.
“What do you want, thief?” I say when I answer the call.
“Don’t you want to hear my side of the story?”
“Not really–” I say before he interrupts.
“Too bad, here it comes. Your brother has one hell of a gambling problem,” Devlin says.
“A gambling problem?” I repeat in confusion. I thought Sean owed money because he needed money, you know, just paying back a normal loan.
“That’s right, gambling. And Sean still owes us four thousand in unpaid debts. His fault for not paying them after six months, not mine.”
I sit there in silence as I let that information sink in.
Is he telling the truth? Can I actually believe a word out of his lying thug mouth? No, probably not. But still, for some reason I can’t figure out why Devlin would lie to me about Sean gambling. There’s no way for Devlin to have figured out this is where I live when I haven’t been here long and haven’t ever used the address on any paperwork before I applied for jobs.
“Jetta? You there?” he asks.
“I’m here,” I huff into the phone.
“Sean’s in deep shit with the MC, and I wish I could make it go away, but I can’t.”
“Why should I believe you?” I ask as I lie back in bed and stare up at the ceiling with the phone pressed to my ear.
“No reason for me to lie, right?” he responds. “I bet you already asked Sean what we were doing there. Let me guess, he lied or avoided giving