No Prince

by Stevie J. Cole

“I’m gonna go to jail for something, Roe. Might as well be you.”

“Who doesn’t drink milkshakes? You really are a psychopath.”

“The first time I noticed you was two summers ago when you were washing some shit car in your drive. I told the guys you were off-limits.” He nudged me. “You’re welcome. Hendrix would have tried to screw you.”

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever given a shit about.”

Her hand brushed my shoulder before her arms wrapped around my waist, her chin pressing to my shoulder. And goddamn, that broke me. I buried my face in her neck. Monroe was making herself a lifeline, and I was fucked. “That’s shit, Zepp.” “It’s just life, Monroe.”

“I’ve got a dingleberry hanging out of my spider hole, man.”

“I’m turtle heading,” he said, running past me and not even bothering to shut the door.

Wolf lowered his window, then shooed the smoke out. “Get high, neighborhood. Get high.”

I had never given a shit about a girl before, and somehow, this girl had managed to break me apart without even trying. Because I was pretty damn sure I was in love with her.

“A little shart never killed anyone,” he grunted.

“There’s no squeezing.” Hendrix grunted. “It’s more like.” Another grunt. “Power washing and plastering.”

Hendrix sat beside me on the couch and handed me a drink. “This is why us Hunts don’t do mahogany, man.” “It’s monogamy, dipshit.”

“Whatever. One girl.” He waved a hand through the air. “Why the hell would you do that?” He motioned toward my crotch. “Why the hell would you do that? The sword of valor is meant to be wielded, not sheathed in one punani.”

He said he loved me, but he didn’t try to stop me from leaving. He had just let me go. He let me go…

“But you were mine!” My voice broke. “And you left me when you said you never would.”

“I meant it when I told you I would never love anyone the way I loved you. Because I won’t love anyone but you.”