I bet ole Albert never had himself a girl as stubborn as Tyra Morgan Bradley.
Gritting my teeth, I finally gave up calling and tapped the tracking app I installed on her phone on the sly. Yeah, it was an asshole move and a little creepy, but dare to ask me if I gave a fuck. Tyra had made it easy with all the apps on her phone that she never fucking used. After installing the tracker, I hid it in one of the folders she kept to organize them. It had been there a month now, and Tyra had yet to realize it.
I’d taken a page from Ever’s book, but in his creepy defense, Four had almost gotten herself killed racing in that junkyard. Had Ever not been there, he would have lost her.
Still, up until a few weeks ago, I thought that installing the app was hilarious and a little much—something I sure as fuck would never do. Ever, the smug prick, had simply smirked when I asked him for the name of the app.
Desperate times…
I hit the refresh button and waited while the app searched. This was my first time putting it to use, so I had no idea how accurate it would be. After a few agonizing seconds of searching, it finally gave me her location, and I frowned, recognizing the road. What the hell was she doing in the middle of nowhere?
Assuming it was wrong, I hit refresh again only to get the same result. Confused, I sat there fuming for a few seconds before I realized what day it was. Tomorrow was the Fourth of July. The fair had come to town.
I was only a couple minutes out when I got a call from Jamie. “Dude!” he greeted over the sound of the fair in full swing. It was always a highlight in our sleepy, little town, so everyone came out. “Where the fuck are you? Gang’s all here.”
As it turned out, my friends had texted plans in the group chat this morning to meet at the fair, but I’d chosen to ignore them. I was even more annoyed at myself when I realized I’d had Tyra’s location all along.
“I’m almost there,” I responded. “Have you seen pip-squeak?”
“Nah, not yet. Oh, shit, wait. There she is. Who’s the chick with her? She’s hot.” There was a pause and then, “Don’t tell Bee I said that.”
“He doesn’t have to tell me. I’m standing right here,” Bee snapped in the background. I pictured her standing with her arms crossed and her blue gaze cold as ice.
“Aww, don’t be mad, baby. Your face is the only face I want to jerk off to,” he flirted.
Bee said something I couldn’t make out, and then they started kissing all loud and shit as if I weren’t still on the fucking phone.
“Guys? Guys? Are you shitting me?” I whispered to myself when I couldn’t capture Jamie’s attention. “Yo!” I ended up yelling. Finally, the kissing ended. “I’m still on the fucking phone.”
“Oh, my bad,” he said while not sounding sorry at all.
How much longer until they broke up? “I’ll be there in sixty seconds.”
“K,” he replied. He then hung up before I had the chance to ask where to meet them.
I sighed as I pulled into the makeshift lot and paid the parking attendant the ten-dollar fee. Just as I’d found an empty spot, my phone pinged. I looked down and frowned at the message from an unknown number.
555-666-6969: Meet me by the Ring-The-Bell. :-*
As I made my way into the fair, I considered ignoring the text, but there were only a handful of people who even knew I was coming. Obviously, it wasn’t a stranger. Since the number wasn’t saved in my contacts and the area code wasn’t local, I decided against replying until I knew for sure. When I arrived at the Ring-The-Bell, I looked around, seeing no one familiar. I was just about ready to take off when I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. Whirling around, I looked down and found the last person I expected.
Selena’s smile was radiant as she stood before me in an off-shoulder, white tube top that pretty much only covered her tits and jean cutoffs so tight and short that I just bet her ass was hanging out. Her body made the outfit provocative—maybe a little too provocative for the fair. I knew that had it not been for Tyra, I would have gamed and cornered Selena inside one of these