Xavier FINAL(35)
She had my phone when I looked over.
“You calling home?”
“No I’m googling your--. Oh my God.” She gasped.
“That bad? Fuck. I should’ve been more careful. I really don’t give a shit. I mean--.”
“Your penis is on google and you’re not worried about that?” She gasped.
“Why? Does it look small?”
She laughed. For the first time in two hours she laughed.
“Okay Babe, I’m glad your laughing but answer the damn question would ya?”
“Bigger than Daniel.”
“Good fucking answer.” I laughed.
“Is this us? Is this last night?”
“Taelyn. I haven’t seen them and I’m driving girl. But if it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck--.”
“Ha ha, very funny. Oh, oh wow.”
“Do I need to pullover? This is fucked up. You’re checking out my goods--.”
“You saw my boobs today.”
“I wasn’t trying.”
She set the phone down and leaned back and closed her eyes.
“Tired?”
“Exhausted. I could sleep for a week.”
“I bet.”
“Where are we going?”
“My sister-in-laws old pad. They won’t make the connection.”
Chapter 10
Irish
We pulled into a gated apartment complex. It was pretty upscale. When we got to the gate Xavier leaned out the window and bumped fists with the guard.
“Sam, I’m staying here for a while. Don’t let anyone in that you don’t know.”
“She staying too?” Sam smirked.
“She is. Key please.”
He handed Xavier the key. “There’s a code you know.”
“Well aware of it. Thanks bro.”
He looked over at me and handed me the key. “That’s all you.”
“I can’t stay here.” I looked around.
“Why not?” He drove through the parking lots avoiding the speed bumps.
“School?”
“Tuesday’s and Thursday’s right?”
“Yes. I--.”
“James will get you there. No worries.”
“I’m so tired.”
“Your face hurt Irish?”
“Irish?”
“It’s either that or Lucky.”
“I don’t feel very lucky right now.”
“Alright, we can stick with Babe?”
“No way,” I tried not to smile.
“Irish. That’s it. Irish.”
“What’s wrong with my given name?”
“Too many syllables.”
He pulled up into the driveway and jumped out. I opened the door and got out.
He punched in the code. “Welcome home Irish.”
“Irish has two syllables.”
He laughed. “I like it though, it’s you.” He opened the door.
I took a deep breath and tried to straighten myself, to act appreciative, to be normal but instead I felt my body slouch.
“You want me to carry you in?”
“No. I just want to sleep.”
“Stairs are straight ahead and then turn left. I’m gonna grab your bags. Head up, I’ll meet you in the master bedroom. We didn’t sleep till noon Irish.”
“Irish is two syllables.”
He stopped and turned around and looked at me. He smiled like my Dad did when I cried because I scraped my knee.
“We’ll discuss some other time.”
He turned and was out the door.