[chapter nine]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Jimmie's POV~
"Are you sure people wanna know that?" I ask, laughing as Faye scribbles in her notebook.
"Yes, trust me. Chicks love this stuff."
I have to wonder if she wonders this stuff.
Weirdest dream I've ever had. Who does my laundry. Whether I would consider bungee jumping.
I'll answer anything, as long as Faye is the one asking.
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"You must have done something interesting this week!" She laughs, exasperated with me.
"I swear, I didn't!" I defend. "I'm boring."
She eyes me teasingly. "I very much doubt that, Mr. Johnson."
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"Hey." I say, jogging over to where Faye is standing on pit road. "Wanna have dinner tonight? We're taking off now, but Jeff's crew is staying until tomorrow."
"I…I'm not sure."
"Please?" I wheedle. "Tell Matt it's for work."
"Is it?" She smiles.
"No, but we can pretend." I grin and she laughs.
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"Hey."
"Hey."
"Ugh…tired."
"Gee, I can't imagine why." She laughs, her voice husky over the phone. "It was just 600 miles, you candyass."
"Let's see you do it!" I argue.
"So, how 'bout them Colts?"
"Nice try, candyass."
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I miss her when she's not around.
I miss her when I see her with that fucker.
I miss her all the time.
I shouldn't feel like this.
I shouldn't be like this.
I shouldn't want to drag Matt into a dark alley and beat the shit out of him and then stomp on his lifeless body.
But I do.
Because of her.
Damn.
She's never said a word about her relationship with Matt. It's been months that we've talked every day, and still, nothing.
I wonder if she'll ever tell me.
Or what I'll do when she does.