Part 6
I groaned as my phone went off, dragging me out of a deep sleep.
I laughed reading the text from Isaac, “Still got your kidneys?”
Unable to resist I sent back “Yeah. But the handcuffs make it a pain in the ass to text.”
I sat up and stretched with another groan before I even bothered to look around.
‘Oh, shit!’ I thought as soon as I realized that Skylar, both our bags and my keys were missing.
I ran my hands through my still growing hair and whined with my face buried in my hands, “Please, God, don’t let Isaac be right…I don’t wanna tell him he was right.”
I sighed and whined again seeing a change of clothes sitting at the foot of the bed. I felt grateful for a moment that I had clean clothes and that I wasn’t handcuffed to the bed like Isaac had suggested, but then it hit me: she stole my fucking car.
I had my phone poised to call the police when I heard the door open. I gawked over at Skylar as she toed off her sandals and sat a McDonald’s bag on the nightstand between the beds.
“You’re up. Good.” She smiled as she spoke, “I loaded up the car so we can leave when you’re ready.”
“You…wait…you… OH MY FUCKING GOD! I thought you took off with my shit!” I exclaimed as she opened the curtains, blinding me with the bright early morning light.
It was Skylar’s turn to gape at me with her arms crossed over her chest, “you’re gonna have to trust me when I say I wouldn’t do that. It sucks…it really sucks.”
I sat there letting the awkward silence intensify until she uncrossed her arms.
“Nice shirt…Wish I had one like that.” I joked pointing to the Harley Davidson t-shirt she’d borrowed.
“I thought I could borrow it.” She said looking down at her chest and then at me with a perplexed look on her face that make her nose scrunch up a little.
I chuckled as I stood up, “I did tell you it was okay. It was a joke.”
“Not a very good one.” Skylar muttered under her breath as I bit into the Egg McMuffin she’d brought me.
“Hey! I can still hear you.” I tried to glare at her, but found it difficult. “It’s too damn early for this shit.”
“Ready?” I asked as I climbed into the Bus and closed my door.
“Mmhm,” Skylar nodded, “Why are you going to LA?”
“My brother lives out there.” I said simply hoping that’d be enough of an answer for Skylar.
“That doesn’t really answer my question.” She replied watching me.
“Fine. My fiancé left me for some douche bag so I’m going out to LA, getting stupid drunk with my brother and strapping her wheatgrass plant to as many bottle rockets as we can find. Is that what you were looking for?” I snapped at her.
“Sorry I asked.” Skylar muttered and turned her attention to the passing scenery.
Once again, I felt like the king of the jackasses. Still, I kept quiet for as long as I could…not very long.
“You don’t have to feel guilty for asking. I didn’t mean to get pissy.” I said only a couple minutes later. “So…why were you heading towards Seattle?”
“Edward, my boyfriend, doesn’t really work. When he has a job, it never lasts…He’s not really lazy; he just hasn’t found a job that gave him a reason to feel motivated. We were heading out there to be closer to his family because I just got fired. When I told my boss that I don’t speak Spanish this one guy thought that meant I didn’t know what punta means.” She replied.
“That’s retaliation. That’s illegal.” I said.
“I know…I’m not going to sue anyone, but I did give Immigration a call.”
I chuckled, “You know what, this guy stole your car…I think he’s an ex now.”
“Touché.” Skylar said with a laugh.
