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flicked his cigarette out in front of him. “No. You promised me spaghetti. You can’t just break your promise.”
“Are you enjoying fucking with me? Is it fun for you?”
“Is it fun for
you
?” His eyebrow rose flirtatiously. “I’m not fucking with you. Just trying to figure you out.”
“Nothing to figure out. I’m not making you spaghetti. I’d tell you to ask Trish, but she wouldn’t either, and no, she wouldn’t have brought me breakfast.” I dropped the money on the ground and walked around him to the front door. I had no reason to be so pissy, but I was really tired of playing the role of the sidekick, even if it was a million times better than being the outcast.
I tossed the keys to Trish, and they landed next to her on the couch. “Can we go? I need a shower.” I heard the front door open and close behind me as Abel entered.
“You leaving?” he asked, and Trish sighed loudly and pushed herself up from the couch.
“Looks that way. Lie doesn’t want to hang anymore.” She shrugged, and I rolled my eyes.
“Mind if we swing by later?” he asked, and I spun around to look at him as Trish answered.
“Sure. Adam knows where we live.”
I narrowed my eyes at Abel. “You’re such a liar.”
“That makes two of us.” He winked, and I wanted to punch him in the eye so it would be permanently swollen shut.
Chapter Five
Lame Excuses
“Fuck! It’s boiling all over!” Trish screamed, dragging me from my memories as spaghetti sauce popped and splattered over the stove.
I huffed and shoved her out of the way with my hip as I picked up the pot and held it over the sink as it cooled. “I was only gone for a second to change. What the hell happened?” I glanced at the stove and noticed the burner had been set to high.
Trish shrugged. “I thought it would cook faster if I turned up the heat.”
I shook my head as I turned off the burner and dumped the sauce over the noodles. A knock came at the door, and I glanced over my shoulder at Trish, who went off to answer it. I heard the guys talking and Trish laughing loudly in that annoyingly flirtatious way she did whenever a man was near. I rolled my eyes and added the ground hamburger meat to my concoction. I wasn’t the best cook, but I had learned early on that I would need to feed myself if I wanted to eat at all.
“Smells amazing,” Abel said from behind me, and even though I didn’t want to smile, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Well, it sucks, so don’t get your expectations up too high,” I joked as everyone else filed in.
I nodded to Adam and Sean, who stood in the doorway.
Abel pulled open a few drawers until he found the silverware and grabbed enough for everyone. Trish got the dishes and set them out on our small table. There were only seats for four, but I was fine with not sitting with them. I wanted to lock myself in my bedroom anyway. I dished out a small portion for myself and set the pot in the middle of the table so everyone could help themselves. Adam, Sean, and Trish sat down and began rambling to each other about nothing in particular. Abel dished out his food and leaned against the counter next to me as he watched his friends talk.
“Sit,” I said between bites, and he glanced at me before looking back at his friends.
“You sit.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t move toward the chair, and neither did he. “You’re stubborn.” I took another bite.
“I could say the same about you.” He wrapped half the noodles in his bowl around his fork and shoved the entire bite into his mouth.
“Are all people from California so rude?”
He shrugged. “Not as bad as the bitches from Mississippi.”
“Burn.” I rolled my eyes and turned around to put my bowl in the sink. I turned on the water and ran my bowl under it to rinse out the sauce. Abel turned around next to me, his side pressed against mine as he put his bowl under the stream, pushing mine out of the way. I pushed back, and a small laugh escaped me,
“Are you enjoying fucking with me? Is it fun for you?”
“Is it fun for
you
?” His eyebrow rose flirtatiously. “I’m not fucking with you. Just trying to figure you out.”
“Nothing to figure out. I’m not making you spaghetti. I’d tell you to ask Trish, but she wouldn’t either, and no, she wouldn’t have brought me breakfast.” I dropped the money on the ground and walked around him to the front door. I had no reason to be so pissy, but I was really tired of playing the role of the sidekick, even if it was a million times better than being the outcast.
I tossed the keys to Trish, and they landed next to her on the couch. “Can we go? I need a shower.” I heard the front door open and close behind me as Abel entered.
“You leaving?” he asked, and Trish sighed loudly and pushed herself up from the couch.
“Looks that way. Lie doesn’t want to hang anymore.” She shrugged, and I rolled my eyes.
“Mind if we swing by later?” he asked, and I spun around to look at him as Trish answered.
“Sure. Adam knows where we live.”
I narrowed my eyes at Abel. “You’re such a liar.”
“That makes two of us.” He winked, and I wanted to punch him in the eye so it would be permanently swollen shut.
Chapter Five
Lame Excuses
“Fuck! It’s boiling all over!” Trish screamed, dragging me from my memories as spaghetti sauce popped and splattered over the stove.
I huffed and shoved her out of the way with my hip as I picked up the pot and held it over the sink as it cooled. “I was only gone for a second to change. What the hell happened?” I glanced at the stove and noticed the burner had been set to high.
Trish shrugged. “I thought it would cook faster if I turned up the heat.”
I shook my head as I turned off the burner and dumped the sauce over the noodles. A knock came at the door, and I glanced over my shoulder at Trish, who went off to answer it. I heard the guys talking and Trish laughing loudly in that annoyingly flirtatious way she did whenever a man was near. I rolled my eyes and added the ground hamburger meat to my concoction. I wasn’t the best cook, but I had learned early on that I would need to feed myself if I wanted to eat at all.
“Smells amazing,” Abel said from behind me, and even though I didn’t want to smile, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Well, it sucks, so don’t get your expectations up too high,” I joked as everyone else filed in.
I nodded to Adam and Sean, who stood in the doorway.
Abel pulled open a few drawers until he found the silverware and grabbed enough for everyone. Trish got the dishes and set them out on our small table. There were only seats for four, but I was fine with not sitting with them. I wanted to lock myself in my bedroom anyway. I dished out a small portion for myself and set the pot in the middle of the table so everyone could help themselves. Adam, Sean, and Trish sat down and began rambling to each other about nothing in particular. Abel dished out his food and leaned against the counter next to me as he watched his friends talk.
“Sit,” I said between bites, and he glanced at me before looking back at his friends.
“You sit.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t move toward the chair, and neither did he. “You’re stubborn.” I took another bite.
“I could say the same about you.” He wrapped half the noodles in his bowl around his fork and shoved the entire bite into his mouth.
“Are all people from California so rude?”
He shrugged. “Not as bad as the bitches from Mississippi.”
“Burn.” I rolled my eyes and turned around to put my bowl in the sink. I turned on the water and ran my bowl under it to rinse out the sauce. Abel turned around next to me, his side pressed against mine as he put his bowl under the stream, pushing mine out of the way. I pushed back, and a small laugh escaped me,
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