Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,78
fuck were we supposed to know you were holed up in some musty ass hotel like a beaten down, wounded pussy?”
Lars nodded, stealing my bag of chips. “And let’s not forget the world doesn’t revolve around you, asshole. We all have our own problems.”
I scowled as he shoved a handful of my chips inside his mouth, then smirked. “How is the new wife?”
“She’s not my wife,” he said, coughing and spraying orange crumbs all over the floor.
“Fucking gross.” Raven laughed.
Lars flipped him off.
“She’s not … yet.” I tucked my arms behind my head. “You’ll need to put a ring on that eventually.”
“Easy, Dash,” Jackson warned. He might have made himself out to be the softhearted one out of all of us, but he was the most conniving, by far. The only difference between us was that he thought things through a little better, rather than acting on impulse.
A trait I wished I’d had. I’d give him that much but nothing else. I didn’t have anything left to give anyway. “Why?” I glared at Lars. “Fight me.”
He rolled his eyes, and I laughed. “Another time. I’ve got places to be. Can we jet?”
“Sure you can. I’ll see you guys never.”
“Who gets your bikes?” Raven asked, his eyes glinting. “If you’re not coming back, someone needs to use them.”
“Lars because he’s the broke one and he’ll be even poorer soon.”
Jackson coughed, trying to smother his laughter.
“Thanks, man.” Lars nodded.
“You’re welcome. Now feel free to leave whenever.” I reached for the remote. “I’ve gotta find out if Maria ends up marrying Stephan or if Giovanni breaks up the wedding.”
“You’re kidding.” Jackson turned to watch the tiny TV come to life.
Raven jumped onto the bed, kicking his Vans covered feet to the mustard duvet. “I’m down.”
We fist bumped, then I yanked a fresh bag of chips from the nightstand and ignored the glares from the other two silent sentinels in the room.
“What have you told your parents?” Lars asked.
I sighed, hitting pause. “That I’m in mourning, and I’ll be home when I’m not.” So probably never.
“Mourning?” Raven asked.
“Over what could’ve been.” I felt like adding duh but refrained.
Lars’s brows rose. “They’re okay with that?”
“Not exactly. Dad thinks I’m joking. Mom’s just glad to know I’m alive.”
Jackson laughed again, then threw his hands into the air. “Come on, he’s fine, and clearly content to be a high school dropout who lives in a mite-infested hotel. Let’s bail.”
Lars followed him to the door, but Raven looked torn. “I can’t believe you’ve just been allowed to stay here.”
I couldn’t either, but I had a feeling I only had a few more days before my dad found me and hauled me home. I planned to make the most of it before that happened.
Lars rapped the doorjamb, wincing as some of the paint flaked off it. “Look, we know you fucked it all up with Peggy.” I waited, tense and ready to launch the remote at his head. “But lying around here isn’t going to make her forgive you.”
She’d never forgive me, but I was hoping she’d at least miss me. Maybe come and find me to make sure I was alive, then she’d hopefully melt and let me kiss the life from her. That was getting a bit sappy, but I didn’t care. I’d do sappy for Peggy. I’d do sappy, and it’d be as easy as breathing for Peggy.
“Nice chat. Bye now.”
Raven stretched his arms over his head as he stood. “You’re seriously not coming?”
“No, and if I felt so inclined, which I don’t, my own car is in the lot, which I’m guessing is how you found me.” I chomped down on some more chips, hitting play.
“You’re a miserable sonovabitch.”
“We already know this, Jack, Jack. No need to waste your words.”
They left, the door shutting behind them.
The silence that lingered in their sudden absence bit sharply. For someone who enjoyed being alone, I was surprised by how much I actually didn’t mind having them here.
Peggy’s really fucked me up, I mused, digging out some more chips.
The door reopened, and Jackson stuck his head back inside. “Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. Peggy seems to have a new penchant for dancing half naked on the beach while drinking vodka and letting assholes rub all up on her.”
“Bullshit,” I wheezed, unable to fathom it. My chip fell from my hand as he whipped out his phone and crossed the room, shoving a video in my face.
It was Peggy all right, wearing some black scrap of material and swaying