her through to the other side. I owe her that much.
I owe her everything, but she can’t ever know that.
I just have one thing I need to figure out.
Ivy.
How the fuck am I going to make this work?
Ivy’s been my world for almost four years. I love her. She loves me, there’s no denying that, but Savannah was my first crush, and damn if I’m not feeling the pull of her all over again. I’m all of a sudden pushing everything and everyone else aside for a just a minute. I know I have responsibilities…big responsibilities that I need to be focused on, but I can’t get Savannah out of my mind. Her body, the way she felt when I touched her at the bar, the way her hair glistened under the bar lights. She’s clouding my damn mind. Against my better judgement, I pull on my clothes, make sure I don’t look like a slob, and head to the salon. Maybe if I catch Savannah having a good day I can get her alone at some point to just talk to her and show her I’m not the douchebag she mistook me for last week.
Fifteen minutes later I’m out of my car and entering the Great Lengths Hair Salon with a chocolate milkshake in my hand that isn’t for me.
Girls like chocolate milkshakes, right?
“Hey Bryant. What’s up? You need a quick cut this afternoon?” I raise my eyes to search for the voice speaking to me and see Audrey smiling at me from her station. I take a quick survey of the salon but don’t spot Savannah. Maybe she’s in the back.
“Uh, no, not today anyway. Is Rachel around? Or Savannah?”
“I’m right here!” I hear Rachel yell from the back room of the salon. “Come on back Bryant.”
I nod to Audrey and head back to find Rachel mixing some goopy mayonnaise-like solution together in a bowl. It looks like pudding but it smells like shit.
“Whoa.” I crinkle my nose and try not to breathe in too hard. “What is that stuff?”
Rachel laughs. “It’s for coloring Mrs. Swanson’s hair. What’s up? You were lookin’ for me?”
“No.” I say quietly so that the other girls can’t hear our conversation. “I’m actually looking for Seven. She not in today or what?”
Rachel eyes my chocolate milkshake. “Nope. Talked to her a few hours ago. She’s actually pretty sick so I cancelled her clients today. I’m going to drop by later and check on her, make sure she’s okay. She said she’s been sleeping since early yesterday evening. She sounded terrible. Is that for me?” She nods to the milkshake in my hand before raising an eyebrow and smirking at me.
I tip the milkshake slightly in my hand. I had almost forgotten I was even holding one. “Uh…it wasn’t, but it certainly is now. If she’s sick, a milkshake is probably the last thing Seven needs.”
Rachel shrugs. “Her loss is my gain then. Thanks.”
“So you think she’s really sick? With like, the flu or something?”
“Don’t know. She said she had a fever and she said she’s been sleeping a lot. Other than that she honestly didn’t say but she definitely didn’t sound like herself.”
“Maybe I should check on her, make sure she’s okay.”
Rachel leans on her hip and crosses her arms in front of her. “Why would you do that?”
What the fuck Rache…
“Well why not? You were going to, weren’t you?”
“Yeah…and I’m her friend, Bryant. And her coworker. What are you to her besides the creep that entered her apartment a couple weeks ago while she was sleeping?”
Damn. She has a point.
I don’t care. This is my chance.
I can do something nice for her.
“I’m the guy who would like to enter her apartment and see her while she’s awake so she can actually witness me being a nice guy instead of having to creep around.”
Rachel looks exasperated. “Bryant, she’s sick! She’s not going to be up for company. Have you not been listening to me?” she shouts.
“For Pete’s sake, yes Rache. I heard you loud and fucking clear. I’m fully capable of being a nice guy who takes care of a sick girl,
I owe her everything, but she can’t ever know that.
I just have one thing I need to figure out.
Ivy.
How the fuck am I going to make this work?
Ivy’s been my world for almost four years. I love her. She loves me, there’s no denying that, but Savannah was my first crush, and damn if I’m not feeling the pull of her all over again. I’m all of a sudden pushing everything and everyone else aside for a just a minute. I know I have responsibilities…big responsibilities that I need to be focused on, but I can’t get Savannah out of my mind. Her body, the way she felt when I touched her at the bar, the way her hair glistened under the bar lights. She’s clouding my damn mind. Against my better judgement, I pull on my clothes, make sure I don’t look like a slob, and head to the salon. Maybe if I catch Savannah having a good day I can get her alone at some point to just talk to her and show her I’m not the douchebag she mistook me for last week.
Fifteen minutes later I’m out of my car and entering the Great Lengths Hair Salon with a chocolate milkshake in my hand that isn’t for me.
Girls like chocolate milkshakes, right?
“Hey Bryant. What’s up? You need a quick cut this afternoon?” I raise my eyes to search for the voice speaking to me and see Audrey smiling at me from her station. I take a quick survey of the salon but don’t spot Savannah. Maybe she’s in the back.
“Uh, no, not today anyway. Is Rachel around? Or Savannah?”
“I’m right here!” I hear Rachel yell from the back room of the salon. “Come on back Bryant.”
I nod to Audrey and head back to find Rachel mixing some goopy mayonnaise-like solution together in a bowl. It looks like pudding but it smells like shit.
“Whoa.” I crinkle my nose and try not to breathe in too hard. “What is that stuff?”
Rachel laughs. “It’s for coloring Mrs. Swanson’s hair. What’s up? You were lookin’ for me?”
“No.” I say quietly so that the other girls can’t hear our conversation. “I’m actually looking for Seven. She not in today or what?”
Rachel eyes my chocolate milkshake. “Nope. Talked to her a few hours ago. She’s actually pretty sick so I cancelled her clients today. I’m going to drop by later and check on her, make sure she’s okay. She said she’s been sleeping since early yesterday evening. She sounded terrible. Is that for me?” She nods to the milkshake in my hand before raising an eyebrow and smirking at me.
I tip the milkshake slightly in my hand. I had almost forgotten I was even holding one. “Uh…it wasn’t, but it certainly is now. If she’s sick, a milkshake is probably the last thing Seven needs.”
Rachel shrugs. “Her loss is my gain then. Thanks.”
“So you think she’s really sick? With like, the flu or something?”
“Don’t know. She said she had a fever and she said she’s been sleeping a lot. Other than that she honestly didn’t say but she definitely didn’t sound like herself.”
“Maybe I should check on her, make sure she’s okay.”
Rachel leans on her hip and crosses her arms in front of her. “Why would you do that?”
What the fuck Rache…
“Well why not? You were going to, weren’t you?”
“Yeah…and I’m her friend, Bryant. And her coworker. What are you to her besides the creep that entered her apartment a couple weeks ago while she was sleeping?”
Damn. She has a point.
I don’t care. This is my chance.
I can do something nice for her.
“I’m the guy who would like to enter her apartment and see her while she’s awake so she can actually witness me being a nice guy instead of having to creep around.”
Rachel looks exasperated. “Bryant, she’s sick! She’s not going to be up for company. Have you not been listening to me?” she shouts.
“For Pete’s sake, yes Rache. I heard you loud and fucking clear. I’m fully capable of being a nice guy who takes care of a sick girl,
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