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Story: Desert Heat
“After last night, I’m sure it’ll only get worse.”
“That’s why you need two bad ass boys having your back, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I smiled, “coffee, first and maybe an apology after.”
I tried studying but when the sound of the floors creaking under my feet were the only thing breaking the silence, loneliness crept in.
It was unfamiliar.
I enjoyed being a loner.
Right?
What the fuck was this new feeling of loss that crept in since Hunter, Tanka, and Brandi departed hours ago leaving both my house and food supply empty.
I grabbed my coat and keys. It was a forty-five minute drive to the Super Walmart which had the best prices while being a fortune in gas. Maybe the drive will clear my head and house. This restless stillness better be gone when I get back.
My cell dings where it rests next to my laptop.
Brandi:You and Hunter?
Me:Definitely not.
Brandi:Tank ribbed him about you the entire ride back campus.
Me:Nothing happened.
Brandi:That’s not what he said… ??????
Me:It was a hate kiss.
Brandi:Sounds sexy.
Me:***eye roll***
Brandi:Thanks again for letting us stay over. Coffee on campus nect week?
Me:Sure.
“Shit, did I just make a friend? With Brandi?” This time I eye roll at myself. I hate girls like her. Right? What the hell am I becoming here in the backwoods of Maine? What happened to the badass girl who needed nobody?
Despite the growl that escapes, a smile breaks out on my lips seconds later.
Maybe, my father was right.
This is what he wanted for me.
A whole new life away from the Club.
If I’m being honest, Hunter is sexy, athletic, clean cut nothing like the MC guys in Santa Fe.
Maybe I should give him a chance.
This time my burner phone rings.
“Savannah?”
“Hey Dad, I was just thinking about you. Abut home.”
“That’s why you need two bad ass boys having your back, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I smiled, “coffee, first and maybe an apology after.”
I tried studying but when the sound of the floors creaking under my feet were the only thing breaking the silence, loneliness crept in.
It was unfamiliar.
I enjoyed being a loner.
Right?
What the fuck was this new feeling of loss that crept in since Hunter, Tanka, and Brandi departed hours ago leaving both my house and food supply empty.
I grabbed my coat and keys. It was a forty-five minute drive to the Super Walmart which had the best prices while being a fortune in gas. Maybe the drive will clear my head and house. This restless stillness better be gone when I get back.
My cell dings where it rests next to my laptop.
Brandi:You and Hunter?
Me:Definitely not.
Brandi:Tank ribbed him about you the entire ride back campus.
Me:Nothing happened.
Brandi:That’s not what he said… ??????
Me:It was a hate kiss.
Brandi:Sounds sexy.
Me:***eye roll***
Brandi:Thanks again for letting us stay over. Coffee on campus nect week?
Me:Sure.
“Shit, did I just make a friend? With Brandi?” This time I eye roll at myself. I hate girls like her. Right? What the hell am I becoming here in the backwoods of Maine? What happened to the badass girl who needed nobody?
Despite the growl that escapes, a smile breaks out on my lips seconds later.
Maybe, my father was right.
This is what he wanted for me.
A whole new life away from the Club.
If I’m being honest, Hunter is sexy, athletic, clean cut nothing like the MC guys in Santa Fe.
Maybe I should give him a chance.
This time my burner phone rings.
“Savannah?”
“Hey Dad, I was just thinking about you. Abut home.”
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