Page 141 of Just for the Cameras
Graydon:I need help. I think I fucked up big time.
I lean back on the couch, hating myself, because I swore up and down that I wasn’t going to fall for this bullshit camaraderie thing that OC was pushing upon us, but after the way Maple looked at me earlier, I don’t know if I have a choice in the matter.
My phone buzzes with a response.
OC:Are you saying that you need the Gladdy Daddies to assemble?
And this is exactly why I didn’t want to text.
This reason, right here.
Bennett:Off night for me, I’m free.
OC:Free as well…I think we just need someone to say Gladdy Daddies Assemble.
Graydon:I’m not saying that.
Bennett:Kind of wishing you would.
OC:You know I can only help if you say it.
Graydon:That’s fucked.
I stare out the window, the rain pelting the pane, adding to the mood in my place. A dark, foreboding mood that’s screaming that if I stay here and wallow in my own faults, things are only going to get worse.
And I don’t want it to get worse.
I don’t like the way she looked at me.
I don’t like the way she tore away from me.
And I don’t like Slutty Little Glasses thinking he fucking won.
Tamping down my pride, I text the boys back.
Graydon:Gladdy Daddies Assemble.
Bennett:Holy shit, he said it. He must really need help.
OC:We’re on our WAY! Send us your address, I’ll bring beer. Bennett, you bring the snacks.
Bennett:What sort of snacks?
OC:Doesn’t matter, just bring them.
Bennett:I have dried seaweed wraps.
OC:For fuck’s sake, stop at the store, you asshat.
OC opens three beers and then hands them out as Bennett takes a half-eaten bag of Pirate’s Booty out of his bag, along with the seaweed wraps he spoke of, and two regular Hershey’s chocolate bars.
“What the fuck is that?” OC asks, pointing to the snacks.
Bennett shrugs. “Didn’t feel like going to the store and I leave for a long away trip tomorrow, so figured that you could take some of the leftover things in my cabinet.”
“No one wants that trash.” OC leans down and snags a Hershey’s bar. “But if anything, I’m a team player, so I’ll take care of this for you.”
I toe the seaweed wraps toward Bennett. “You can get those out of my fucking sight.”
