Kaylee
Normally when I had breakfast at Toni's place, we'd sit at the island and argue about anything and everything. Movies, tv shows, music, the cutest couples, we weren't picky about choosing a topic. Today wasn't any different, except now there was a third voice chiming in his opinion.
"You cannot deny that Ellie's best song is beating heart." Toni said. She pointed the spatula at me for a threatening affect.
I might have taken her more seriously if eggs weren't spilling over the side. "No way. Don't need nobody is and will always be number one."
"You're both daft if you think either of those songs top Hate me."
We turned on him at the same time. Finally, a common enemy. Eye candy is going down.
Toni placed a hand over her heart, shooting him a disapproving look. "How could you."
"No one asked for your opinion, eye candy."
He rolled his eyes, gathering three plates from the cabinet.
I watched his back muscles ripple under the black tshirt he wore. Then mentally cursed myself for checking out Toni's boyfriend. The two of them together still made zero sense to me. Zilch. But maybe I was missing something. Whatever brought them together, I'd see it eventually.
"What's next, you're going to tell me G-eazy's best song features Halsey?" He asked. There was a smirk on his lips as he set the plates down on the island.
"You. Did. Not. Just. Go. There."
Toni laughed nervously. She dished the omelets out on each plate. "Let's not argue about this, okay? Are you working today Kaylee?"
I was too busy having a glaring contest with her soon-to-be-dead boyfriend to answer. According to her, I had a certain look whenever someone dissed my favorite couple. The I'll put you six feet under look.
"Kay?"
"What?" Don't break eye contact. Don't surrender.
"What are you doing today?" Toni asked. She walked around the island to sit on one of the end stools.
"Working."
"I didn't think people in your profession started work until after nine." Sawyer said. With a bold smile, he leaned his hip against the counter and crossed his arms over the broad muscles in his chest.
"Har har," I said dryly, spinning around to face the cabinets. I grabbed a glass and poured my morning vodka into it. "Try that again, I'll make sure your funeral is the closed casket kind."
When I turned back around he was sitting on the middle stool, elbows on the counter, fingers steepled together. His eyes trained on the glass in my hand, then swept over my face. There wasn't any disapproval in his blue eyes, they were just blank. Blank of emotion, indifferent.
The longer I held his gaze, I began to notice the bits of gray in his eyes. Shaking my head, I brought the glass to my lips. Bitter. Perfect.
I sat with them at the island, scarfing down the omelet that Toni made. I loved it when she made breakfast. When she wasn't eating salads, she could make a great meal. I wasn't horrible at cooking, just lazy. Normally I ordered take out or had some good 'ole ramen noodles.
"I have classes today, but I don't work until tomorrow," Toni said patting the corner of her lips with a napkin--who uses a napkin with omelettes? "My father's having a banquet to celebrate the grand opening of his new building. Sawyer and I are going to attend, you should come too."
"Stuffy pricks standing around with sticks up their asses, talking down their noses at everyone?" I asked light heartedly. "Fuck that."
She broke out the puss-in-boots eyes. "It'd be more fun if you were there."
I shook my head, shoveling the last of my omelet into my mouth.
"Who's going to help me pick out a dress?" She asked.
This is manipulation.
Looking at her with those big, innocent eyes, you wouldn't think she had it in her. However, having known her for as long as I have, I can confidently say she's a master at guilting someone. They play right into the palm of her hand.
"They have an open bar."
Fuck. "Fine. I'll come."
She smiled so wide, I worried her face would split in two. "Great! See you at six thirty to prepare?"
I waved my hand, finding my pants on the floor. After I slipped those back on, I found my boots, tugged those on and fixed the laces. "Gotta run, boss gets pissy if I'm not on time."
"You're never on time."
I threw a smile over my shoulder at her as I approached the door. "It's a wonder he hasn't fired me yet!"
It really was. I was never on time. I loved my job, it was the best thing that ever happened to me--outside of meeting Toni. There was always something slowing me down, traffic, motherfuckers blocking me in the hallway of my apartment building--like all of a sudden they expect me to be social. That shit ain't ever going to happen, you'd think they'd get the memo by now. But no. Then there was the list I had. Every day I tried to do at least one of the items on the list. I called it my karma's a bitch list.
Considering I was already five minutes late and it took ten minutes to get to my apartment, get my car, and another five minutes to get to work, I knew I wouldn't have time to cross anyone off that list. Dammit. I could use a pick-me-up after the shit Liam pulled last night. Another bitches panties. Really? He didn't even remember to dispose of them before I came over.
I checked my cellphone, because I knew I would have some missed calls from him. No text messages, because apparently those were too much trouble.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Good, the voicemails were gone. I wasn't going to listen to them. I wasn't going to regret deleting them. That asshole was going to learn a lesson. And I was going to take a break from him.
"Kaylee!" The woman down the hall from my apartment waved, smiling brightly like we were long lost friends.
Yeah. No.
I shoved my door open, threw myself inside and slammed it closed behind me. There was no lock on the door, I didn't see a point, considering there was nothing worth stealing in my open apartment. Unless you knew the floorboards by my bed were loose. Even then, all I had in that secret space were some knives, handcuffs, a taser and what little cash I had saved up.
My shoes brushed the pile of envelopes that had been shoved under the slit in my door. I bent over, picked them up and walked over to the bed. The springs squeaked under my weight.
Bill.
Bill.
Late notice.
Late notice.
Eviction notice.
I sighed, throwing the envelopes onto the bed behind me. Toni didn't know that I was losing my apartment. I didn't want her to worry, or try to pay it off for me. I didn't like excepting her money unless it was in the form of pizza.
Going to a banquet tonight wasn't a good idea, considering I had no place to come back to, but what could I do? My bags were packed with what little I owned, already in the trunk of my car. Afterwards I could crash at Toni's, and I'd figure the rest out tomorrow.
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