wasn’t funny, you jackass. It was humiliating.”
“Why? It was a compliment.”
“I was fourteen. Having boys only pay attention to me because of the size of my chest was embarrassing. It made me self-conscious.”
“For your information, the teacher gave me a zero on that presentation and,” I pointed at her impressive cleavage overflowing her low cut top, “You’re obviously not self-conscious anymore.”
“Shut up. I’m not here to discuss my emotional scars. I’m here because someone wanted me to deliver a message to you.”
I poured a mixed drink for the guy who was standing beside her. I took his money then turned to look at her. “Who’s that someone?”
She slid an envelope across the bar. It had my name written across it in curly writing. I handed two beers to a guy and took his money, then flipped the envelope over and opened it. Rochelle scrutinized my face as I read the note.
Billy, Here is your cut from my first win on Stella. She’s doing great. Thanks again for letting me ride her. I guess you’ve been too busy to call, but I just wanted to let you know that I can’t stop thinking about you, or our night in Coleman. I’d really love to see you again, Tawnie.
Rochelle was still watching me to see how I was going to react, so I tried to not show any expression. I put the note in my back pocket and served a few more customers. Her second drink was done before I was able to get back to her.
“Do you have a message you’d like me to pass on to her?” she asked.
“No. Thanks.”
Her eyebrows angled. “Why haven’t you called her? Were you just using her?”
“No offence, Rochelle, but it’s not really any of your business.”
“Well, it kind of is when she calls me crying every night upset because you haven’t called her.”
A guy was shouting an order at me, but I ignored him. “What’s she crying about?”
“She likes you, obviously. Girls don’t do what she did with you in a truck unless they really like a guy. You know that, right?”
I rolled my eyes, not surprised that even the women weren’t clear with what meant what, and I shook my head because obviously there was no such thing as privacy on the circuit. “I can’t believe she told you that.”
Rochelle made her eyebrows dance up and down. “Apparently you’re quite something.”
“Shit.” I turned around and pulled two cases of beer from the cupboard to restock the bar. When I turned back around, an older guy who was already pretty gunned was leaning with his arm over Rochelle’s shoulder and talking too close to her face.
I couldn’t hear what he was mumbling, but she said, “No thanks,” and pushed his arm away.
He went in for another sloppy hug and was trying to cop a feel, so I reached over the bar and shoved him. “Why don’t you go sit down, buddy?”
He stumbled back a little and frowned at me. “What’s your problem?”
“She said no. You need to go sit down.”
He stared me down for a few seconds, but must have realized he couldn’t take me. He flipped me the bird and staggered away.
Rochelle took a sip of her vodka cooler. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
She checked the time on her phone. “I need to get going.” She closed her purse. “Just so you know, Tawnie is really sweet and she’s coming off a bad break-up. I realize you’re not really the boyfriend type, but it would be good if you could at least be nice to her. I don’t want her to end up feeling like a worthless piece of shit.”
“I’ll call her.”
“Good man. I’ll see you around.” She stood and started to walk away.
“Hey, Rochelle.”
She paused and looked over her shoulder.
“I’m trying to be a better person, so I would like to apologize for hurting your feelings when we were in junior high.”
She turned to face me, tilted her head to the side, and closed one eye as if she was contemplating something. After a while, she said, “All right. I forgive you.”
“Thank you.” I
“Why? It was a compliment.”
“I was fourteen. Having boys only pay attention to me because of the size of my chest was embarrassing. It made me self-conscious.”
“For your information, the teacher gave me a zero on that presentation and,” I pointed at her impressive cleavage overflowing her low cut top, “You’re obviously not self-conscious anymore.”
“Shut up. I’m not here to discuss my emotional scars. I’m here because someone wanted me to deliver a message to you.”
I poured a mixed drink for the guy who was standing beside her. I took his money then turned to look at her. “Who’s that someone?”
She slid an envelope across the bar. It had my name written across it in curly writing. I handed two beers to a guy and took his money, then flipped the envelope over and opened it. Rochelle scrutinized my face as I read the note.
Billy, Here is your cut from my first win on Stella. She’s doing great. Thanks again for letting me ride her. I guess you’ve been too busy to call, but I just wanted to let you know that I can’t stop thinking about you, or our night in Coleman. I’d really love to see you again, Tawnie.
Rochelle was still watching me to see how I was going to react, so I tried to not show any expression. I put the note in my back pocket and served a few more customers. Her second drink was done before I was able to get back to her.
“Do you have a message you’d like me to pass on to her?” she asked.
“No. Thanks.”
Her eyebrows angled. “Why haven’t you called her? Were you just using her?”
“No offence, Rochelle, but it’s not really any of your business.”
“Well, it kind of is when she calls me crying every night upset because you haven’t called her.”
A guy was shouting an order at me, but I ignored him. “What’s she crying about?”
“She likes you, obviously. Girls don’t do what she did with you in a truck unless they really like a guy. You know that, right?”
I rolled my eyes, not surprised that even the women weren’t clear with what meant what, and I shook my head because obviously there was no such thing as privacy on the circuit. “I can’t believe she told you that.”
Rochelle made her eyebrows dance up and down. “Apparently you’re quite something.”
“Shit.” I turned around and pulled two cases of beer from the cupboard to restock the bar. When I turned back around, an older guy who was already pretty gunned was leaning with his arm over Rochelle’s shoulder and talking too close to her face.
I couldn’t hear what he was mumbling, but she said, “No thanks,” and pushed his arm away.
He went in for another sloppy hug and was trying to cop a feel, so I reached over the bar and shoved him. “Why don’t you go sit down, buddy?”
He stumbled back a little and frowned at me. “What’s your problem?”
“She said no. You need to go sit down.”
He stared me down for a few seconds, but must have realized he couldn’t take me. He flipped me the bird and staggered away.
Rochelle took a sip of her vodka cooler. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
She checked the time on her phone. “I need to get going.” She closed her purse. “Just so you know, Tawnie is really sweet and she’s coming off a bad break-up. I realize you’re not really the boyfriend type, but it would be good if you could at least be nice to her. I don’t want her to end up feeling like a worthless piece of shit.”
“I’ll call her.”
“Good man. I’ll see you around.” She stood and started to walk away.
“Hey, Rochelle.”
She paused and looked over her shoulder.
“I’m trying to be a better person, so I would like to apologize for hurting your feelings when we were in junior high.”
She turned to face me, tilted her head to the side, and closed one eye as if she was contemplating something. After a while, she said, “All right. I forgive you.”
“Thank you.” I
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