IOU

by Kristy Marie

I was the epitome of calm after that. I merely dropped my purse, grabbed one of the candles they were burning, and hurled it as hard as I could at Tucker. I was aiming for his balls, which I missed, but I think we can all agree I was upset and deserve a pass on that mistake.

I’m a passionate person, and therefore tears come a little more frequently for me than others. But that’s to be expected, right? Or maybe it’s my birth control because sometimes that shit fucks me up, and I feel like a raging psycho.

“Can I help you?” he has the nerve to ask. Punch him right in the face, Bostic! Do it for me. Do it for his future girlfriends! “Get out of my way,” Bostic growls out instead. It wasn’t punching him in the face, but it was still satisfying seeing Tucker rear back at his malicious tone. “We’re here for her things.” That’s right, bitch. Move!

Ha!

I nod. “You’re right. I’ll find a new roommate in no time. We’ll just hope Taylor doesn’t stash a dead fish in the mattress before I return.” Bostic’s eyes go wide, like the viciousness of women is new to him. Ha. He has no idea. I wave off my comment. “I doubt she will, though. She’s a vegetarian. Touching a fish is like wearing drugstore foundation to her. Just forget I said anything.”

With all the chaos of the alarms, I just yelled at him, and it wasn’t even a good yell.” Don’t ask me what a good yell consists of. I doubt I really know, but I feel like it would make me feel better.

Devil say what?

😆

I open the door to the passenger side. “Get in,” I order him. The frown I’m used to seeing makes its appearance. He doesn’t move. “Fine.” I put my hands up. “Be a stubborn ass.” I trot around the front end of the car and watch as Mr. I-don’t-need-your-help slams his door shut and opens it back up himself.

“Goodbye, Tucker. Catch an STD and live the good life.”

“Don’t come for me,” I tell him. “You have no idea what I’m capable of right now.” Hashtag, I am a freaking psycho at the moment. I will burn all their shit in their cars.