“Um, okay?” I say, lifting an eyebrow.
In a flash, her smile fades, her jaw clenches, and she reaches up. Her hand flies across my face, slapping me, hard. Really hard.
I curse and jump backward, nearly crashing into a rack of T-shirts.
The girl narrows her eyes at me. “That’s for Jenny, you fucking asshole!”
With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the store.
“Nice,” Abigail says, nodding slowly.
“Shut up,” I snap, rubbing my cheek. That really hurt. I’ve been punched and body slammed by other guys and it didn’t hurt as much as one girl’s open palm on my cheek.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. At least Dad’s not in here to have witnessed this epic beat down by some girl I don’t even know.
This day can’t possibly get any worse, I guess.
And then my phone vibrates from inside my pocket. I pull it out, and my heart leaps into my throat.
To: TheFlyingJosh
From: BessNavarre
I’m not telling you to fuck off. I mean, unless this is some joke you’re doing, some bet to your friends that you’ll hit on me just to be an asshole, in which case, fuck off.
But, if you’re serious, and this isn’t a joke, then…no, don’t fuck off.
Okay, I’ve said the f-word enough times for one email, yeah? I guess I’ll go now. And maybe I’ll see you at the barn… I’m kind of busy and have some stuff going on, but if it works out, then yes, I’ll go.
-Bess
