The guy talking to Angel, leaning in and leering at her tits, sees me charging towards them both and shits his pants. Just fucking loses his manhood and melts into the crowd like a pathetic worm.
Angel frowns and swings around to see me, her hand clutching at her beer a little tighter. “Oh. I didn’t think you were going to be here. I can leave.”
Her whispers are low enough that I might be the only one hearing them, especially since everyone is taking big steps away from us both. “You need to get a fucking towel and march your ass upstairs to put some fucking clothes on. Now.”
I turn around and yell, “Trink, who the fuck are all these assholes? Send them the fuck home now before I start swinging!”
That clears the pool area pretty fucking fast. I keep myself within arm’s reach of Angel at all times, using my body as a shield as she bends down to grab her towel. Fuck me, her ass is hardly covered by those bikini bottoms.
“Why the fuck are you being such an asshole? She’s not fucking hurting anyone being here for my fucking birthday! God, you are such a fucking asshole, Tomi! Angel is my fucking friend, she can come here if she wants to!”
I ignore Poe’s whining and the second Angel has the towel around herself I get a hand hooked into her elbow and start pulling her back into the house. She tries to get to the door but I tug her until she follows me up the stairs.
Chapter Fifteen
Angel
I’m still busy trying to survive being homeless and working all night during my midterm exams when Poe messages me about her birthday.
I didn’t give her my number so I’m guessing Speck handed it over to her but having to think about a party when I’m overloaded with my workload is just too much for me.
She moves the date for me.
I kind of want to cry over how much she wants to be my friend, how much she’s willing to do to be my friend, and so even though I really don’t want to be around her friends I say yes.
Poe promises me three times that Tomi won’t be there. I think she’s scared he’s hurt me or something when really it’s just that I’m broken and he might be an asshole but he’s also way too fucking good for me.
She messages me to meet her over at her place and I suck it the fuck up and text her back to say I’ll be there.
If I’m going to stay in this goddamn town, which I’m planning to, I need some friends and she’s been the best option so far.
I throw on a swimsuit and then a dress over that, slipping flat shoes on because anything with a heel has been ruined for me now. The second I hit my goal and quit dancing at The Boulevard I’m throwing all of the heels out.
Poe lives out in the suburbs, a few streets over from the Unseen clubhouse, and the two-story townhouse is really nice. I didn’t really get a good look at it the last time I was here. It’s older, the paint peeling a little and a little overgrown, but it’s clean and the street looks safe. I’d kill to live here, to have grown up in a place like this.
There’s cars everywhere already.
I park up my Chevy and take a deep breath before I get out, taking my bag in with me. I’m dancing tonight so I’ll use that as an excuse for why I’m carrying it around.
I feel stupid knocking on the door, especially if there’s already people around everywhere but Poe is the one to open it up. She’s already standing there in a tiny bikini, a bottle of beer in one hand and a grin across her face.
She looks adorable.
“Now what the hell is a sexy piece of ass like you doing wearing that dress? I can barely see you’ve got tits under it.”
I scoff at her and steel myself for the hug I know she’s going to give me. She doesn’t. She just takes a step forward and shuts the door behind her.
“Are we not going in? Is the party being held on your porch or something?”
She scoffs and gestures to the house next door. “Trink has a pool, the party is over there. I decided to be fashionably late because I’m a classy bitch.”