Andrew V

The oldest couple that lives in Darkwood always eats at the diner every Saturday morning. They’re there until late afternoon as they converse with everyone that comes in. I would say they’re the most well-liked and known people in this town. The Elledges are parents to the family that runs the only church in town so they’re well respected too.

I’m the only one who doesn’t give a shit about them so I ignore them as I get into my seat so I can get something in my stomach after being up for a couple of days. The waitress that I’ve been trying to fuck since I was fourteen comes up to me and sighs. I don’t even have to tell her what I want to order; it’s always the same thing. Over easy eggs with hashbrowns and black coffee.

It’s been a while since I’ve been free to do what I want. Sessions has given me a few days off. I wish she hadn’t, I’ve been bored stiff. I even tried asking Lyle to give me some work but he said Sessions oversees me directly when it comes to my dealing. That just means I’m now his little service dog when he needs dirty work to be done.

It makes me sick.

I’ve been reduced to being a bitch.

It’s early enough that the only people here are the workers and the two old fucks. Only lunatics are awake during sunrise and come here during this time. Another lunatic comes inside. I don’t pay much attention to them but I see them greet the Elledges through my peripheral vision. The waitress comes back with my coffee and asks, “Give the cooks a couple of minutes but can I get you anything else?”

“Your number, darlin',” I smirk.

The waitress, whose name I never bothered to remember although her name is on her tag, hits me on top of my head with a rolled-up menu. “You’ll never get it, Andrew.”

“What if I say please?”

She giggles and looks away. It’s always a good sign. “Maybe after you graduate.”

“I hold you to that!” I yell over as she walks away.

That’s when I catch the attention of who just walked in. The first thing I notice is her red hair and my heart sinks as I think it’s Emily. It’s not, yet that split second that I thought it was got me scared. Why the fuck did I get scared? Nah, I didn’t get scared. It was excitement. If she was here then that just means I could fuck with her again. That’ll be fun. That’ll cure my boredom.

The woman with red hair comes to my booth. It’s crystal clear that she isn’t Emily. The shade of red is wrong, she’s taller and uglier too. This woman wishes she was her.

“Mind if I sit?” she takes a seat. “You were quite loud.”

“Thanks but you can fuck off. You’ll ruin my breakfast”

“Not really my problem.”

“Fair enough, what do you want?”

“I don’t know. I’m visiting and you’re the only thing that’s been interesting so far. What are you having? The mystery woman asks but takes my cup of coffee and drinks it. “Ugh, black.”

“They only serve black, you add the creamer and sugar yourself, dumbass,” I point to all the coffee packets on the side end of the table.

“Duly noted. What’s your name? I’m Jerrica.”

I rest my head on my palm. I thought she would be interesting but she’s a bore just like everyone else. “Andrew. Now major drug dealer.”

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“Ooh, major. I always wanted to meet one of those,” Jerrica mirrors me. “I knew you were interesting.”

“Look listen, if you ain't gonna let me fuck or pay for my food, leave me alone.”

Jerrica rolls her eyes and sits up straight. “Fine, I’ll pay.”

“Don’t worry, I put out if you pay.” I wink.

Jerrica laughs, “No shit that actually works with girls. You’re funny, Andrew.”

“Thanks, but it works more than it should but less than I like.” I chuckle. “What are you doing here, Jerrica? No one visits just to visit.”

“Hmm. Let me be the first. I’m here for summer but I’m not going to say why. And I’m assuming you live here?”

“More or less. I’m sort of a loose cannon, I go where I please.”

I take my first look at Jerrica’s clothes. They’re all too expensive to fit in. She stands out if anyone can recognize her brands. Her purse is expensive enough to buy my house. Jerrica is just another rich daddy’s girl looking to get fucked up over the summer. She could buy lots from me.

“Am I wearing something wrong?”

“Nah,” I chuckle and take a drink of coffee. I expected to have more inside. “I’m just checking you out to see if you're worth my time.”

Jerrica smirks, “Now who’s to say that you’re worth mine?”

I lean back on my chair, spreading my legs even more open than they already were. “You tell me, you came to me.”

Jerrica leans forward, too forward, to get a good read on me. Her eyes don’t leave mine. I’m not gonna lie, I don’t find her all that attractive but everything she does is hot. She’s testing me, just as I’m testing her. Whatever’s going on though, I want more of it. She’s finally caught my interest.

“You know what I see?” She says sitting back in the booth. “You’re hard. You don’t take shit and probably don’t give one either. I get the feeling you’re not lying when you told me you’re a drug dealer. You do what you want and you’re okay with destroying everything on your path of selfishness,” She says with the exact same smirk I would wear, then it drops to a frown. “It’s hot but sad,” she whispers.

“What you took one psychology class and think you can get a read on me? Let me tell you what I see in you.”

“Please do,”

“A bored little white girl with unlimited money from daddy with your Burberry purse, your Hugo top which by the way doesn’t match your Alexander pants, and do I need to talk about your Chanel loafers? Back home you would match it all but you think you can come here and relax and not be judged all the time. Except now you’re facing me and I’m telling you look like shit. So don’t think you can come to some shitty ass town and expect to feel better about yourself because you can’t deal with the stress of putting up a mask amongst all your shitty fake friends.”

Her eyes never once everted mine. “Yeah, you got me. Guilty as charged,” she says but I get a hint of sarcasm. “How old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

Jerrica finally blinks, “Darn. That’s a damn shame,” she says getting up from her seat. “Someone as hot as you sure does deserve me.”

I stop her from leaving by grabbing her wrist. “I could give no shits how old you are but societal standards don’t give a fuck if I you let me hit.”

Jerrica laughs, removing my hand from her wrist. “I’m sure I’ll see you around, maybe you can try your luck then.”

I’m left flabbergasted as Jerrica says bye to the old fucks. I don’t think I’ve ever been hit on that hard before. That shit was hot. She went from a four to an eight with just how sure she carried herself.

The waitress finally comes with my food and I take my seat again. “Hey, who the fuck was that?”

“The girl that just left? That’s Jerrica although I haven’t seen her in four years. She must be back in town. Don’t get any funny ideas, she’s too old for you.”

“And how old is that?”

“We used to be in the same class so I suppose 22 to 23 We weren’t really close.”

“Noted.”

The second I step outside, it starts to drizzle again. It pisses me off. I’m fucking tired of it always raining. At least we have have the summer of drought coming up this year. No more rain for three months again. I can't wait.

I had a fun interaction with that Jerrica girl. It’ll be really funny If I manage to bag her.

My phone vibrates.

Chris: “All the pieces are almost set.”

Fucking weirdo.

The screeching sounds of sirens blow past me and onto the interstate. They’re moving fast, way too fast. The only reason that would happen is if they needed to go to a major hospital. Something happened again.

The winds blow past me and almost knock me down. I sit down.

I'm too far gone.