Chapter twenty-five
Matt
Yes, I need to pee. Was that the reason I left the room?
No.
I need to go down to my car for a quick smoke to clear my mind.
I'm still confused as to what the fuck I was thinking last night when broke down in tears like a bitch.
I don't share secrets or feelings with anyone.
And I did both of those things last night with Novah. Why?
Jesus Christ, I'm a mess.
I open the door leading to outside and mentally block out everything and everyone.
Not that I don't already do that.
I spot my car and see Novah's parked next to mine. I bend down and look at the new tires.
The shit cost me fifteen hundred dollars but at least the guy followed instructions, something a lot of people are incapable of doing in this day and age.
I told him to bring the car back, with new tires by tomorrow.
It wasn't hard to take the keys out of Novah's back pocket yesterday. She was so all over the place yesterday. She wasn't paying attention to anything yesterday which isn't good.
Always pay attention to your surroundings.
Anything can happen.
I stand up and walk over to my car.
I look side to side and crouch down in front of the right-hand side door. I slide my hand underneath the car and open up the hidden compartment I'd installed.
It has a spare set of keys for situations like this. So I'll never be locked out of my car.
I grab the keys, unlock the car, and quickly climb in.
I lock the doors once I' inside and sigh. My car is so peaceful. The just got the windows tinted not long ago. No one can see me.
I have everything I need in here.
Clothes, water, weed, knives. Necessities, y' know?
And I know what you're thinking about the knife. No, not for that. In case I need to defend myself.
And I know what else you're thinking. You can't do much damage with a knife. Especially in case of an attacker.
I have spent hours sifting through possibilities. Its what I do in my spare time. I'm not paranoid, I'm cautious.
Knives aren't the only weapon I stash inside my car.......
I reach under my seat and grab my bag of weed.
Never leave your weed in a spot where someone could obviously find it.
The shit ain't cheap nor is it legal in some places. Another thing, I'm underage.
I don't really give a shit though. My dad's rich.
People never suspect a white-looking dude.
Its called white-privilege guys, wake the fuck up. It really shouldn't exist but we live in a racist ass world. White guys get away with everything. Yes, I'm white but I'm also Hispanic. I was speaking Spanish to my mother one time and some white guy shouted some racist slur at us. I beat his ass, but that's not the point.
I grab my one and only lighter that I use out of the middle compartment and light the joint.
I quit smoking when I was seventeen but just recently started again.
I put the joint between my lips and inhale.
Fuckkkk.......
This feeling, of the smoke entering and spreading through my lungs, is similar to the feeling of your dick entering a nice tight pussy.
I haven't had sex with anyone besides Novah lately but damn I love fucking her.
That first thrust.
Damn that shit is good.
Just like this motherfucking weed. I told Gina to give me her best shit.
Man, I need to stop daydreaming and hurry the fuck up. Novah will start worrying.
I take two more long puffs and douse the joint. After I'm sure it's extinguished I put it back in the baggy and far underneath my seat. I sit back up and wave the air a little with my hands.
I reach into my backseat and grab my black duffel bag off of the floor.
Always have an extra set of clothes.
I open the car door, let it air out for a second, and shut the door. I lock the car and then look around to make sure the coast is clear.
I wait a minute and then quickly crouch down and put the key back in the hidden compartment.
I stand up, look from side to side, and walk into the building, my duffel bag in hand.
I walk into the Men's bathroom/shower area and immediately see a whole bunch of people I hate.
I mean, I hate most people. Novah and Jon being exceptions. Even though Jon isn't to be trusted as of now, I can still tolerate being around him.
There's a line for the shower.
That's very unfortunate because I really need one right now.
Not only am I sweaty right now, but I'm about to get sweatier.
This bathroom is steamy and very stuffy and hot.
I sit down on the bench and set my duffel bag down between my feet.
Never let your things be somewhere out in the open where someone might take them.
I really need to take a piss right now so I stand up and walk over to the urinal. I stand in front of it, unzip my pants and let it rip.
As I'm taking a piss, peacefully, someone starts taking a piss in the urinal next to me.
I never, ever look to see who's peeing next to me cause that's just weird, but I'm pretty good at seeing from just m peripheral vision.
Something I picked up in childhood.
God, its fucking Ben Dalman.
The guy who thinks he's so fucking tough cause he can talk shit.
Anyone can talk shit.
Talk is cheap. Its who can back it up, y' know?
I beat his ass. I beat his fucking ass.
Novah was pissed and disappointed but what's new?
I almost chuckled aloud at the memory of giving Ben a nice black eye.
It was well-deserved nonetheless. He fucked with me and my girl so he got his ass beat.
I'm a very peaceful person. If you leave me alone, I leave you alone. Easy as that.
You fuck with me, I fuck with you.
I finish up and zip my pants back up.
I start to walk towards the sink to wash my hands. I hear Ben say something to me.
I ignore him and pump some soap into my hand. I don't give a shit about anything he has to say.
I rub my soapy hands together.
Finally, the fucking shower line is starting to shorten a bit.
I wonder what I should get Novah for breakfast......
"How's Novah?" The sound of Ben's dumb ass voice next to me pulls me out of my peaceful thoughts.
Why the fuck does he have to wash his hands next to me?
He's such a fucking pest.
"She's fine," I say as I'm finishing washing my hands.
I don't wait for him to say anything else. I walk back over to the bench where I was sitting and make sure my duffle bag is still there.
Thank god it is. I don't want to have to beat somebody's ass.
Jesus, it's fucking hot in here.
I pull my shirt over my head and stuff it into the duffle bag.
I lean back and examine my surroundings.
Always know your surroundings and who's in them.
I scan the room discreetly. I see a bunch of guys I've seen around here, but I don't know well.
Ben talking to some dude.
I listen in. It's loud in here but if I listen closely.......
"Yeah, I heard a bunch of shit going on in the parking lot yesterday. He's fucking crazy," Ben says
"What did he do?" the other guy asks.
I lean forward.
"For one, he's borderline abusive to Novah,"
My leg twitches as I get the urge to run over beat the living daylights out of both of them but I'm in thin-ice with Novah.
Not a good idea, I tell myself. Do not approach them.
The nerve of the asshole to talk shit about me after I already beat his ass once.
I'll get him. Don't worry.....
I move my eyes from Ben and the other dude and try to focus my attention elsewhere. I see some guy enter the bathroom.
Dark hair.
Scrawny frame. Look's like he's got something to prove, the way he walks.
A scar on his face running from his eyebrow to the middle of his cheek.
It can't be.
His eyes meet mine.
His icy blue eyes.
No. Way.
It can't be.
He. can't. be. here.
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