It was five fifteen when I was finally walking out to my truck after a long, boring day of work when my cell rang.
"What's up dude?" I answered.
"Meet me at Sliders." Vance said without a hello.
"Okayy. What's going on?" I asked as I approached my truck, pushing the unlock button, causing the lights to blink.
"Some douche bag asked out V today."
I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart rate accelerated, "What?" I asked shocked. Not shocked that someone asked her out, she's a beautiful girl, but shocked that someone dared to. I didn't even think of this happening. This is so not good. "Who?" I question.
"I have no idea who, she won't tell me."
"Did said yes?" Please say no. I think selfishly.
"She told me she didn't, but I don't believe her. I think she's lying to protect him." There's a beep on my phone, and I pull it away to look at the screen, I have a text message waiting.
"So what's your plan?" I asked as I put the phone back to my ear.
"I don't know. Just meet me at Sliders." He hangs up before I can even agree. Looks like I'm going to sliders tonight. But before I drive, I check the message I just received. Surprised that it's from V, she's simply telling me she ordered her parts and I can't help the surge of jealousy that takes over me. I send a response, and start up my truck.
Fifteen minutes later, I make my way into the bar. I have yet to check my phone, not sure I want to know V's answer, even if she told Vance that she wasn't going out on a date. I don't even know if she'd be honest with me considering I'm one of Vance's closest friend, in fear that I would rat her out. It isn't very crowded inside, so I immediately spot Vance's head at the bar. I roll my sleeves up to my elbows, damn, it's hot in here. I can't tell if it's hot in the bar or if it's my blood boiling.
I pat Vance on the back, "Hey man."
Vance places the beer bottle in front of him. "Dude, this is stressing me out." His black hair is disheveled.
You and me both man. "I'm sure it's nothing."
The bartender, a guy this time, approaches us. "What can I get ya?" he asks throwing a rag over his shoulder. "Just a Miller on tap." I tell him, and he moves away to pour my drink from the tap.
I turn to Vance, "So how did you find this stuff out."
The bartender places the glass in front of me, "Thanks man." I say. He nods and moves down to the other side of the bar. I take a hefty swig.
"I was with Jeremy and he got a text from Taylor. He said she seemed really excited about it. "
I can feel my body heat up, "V was excited?"
Vance shrugs, "I think so."
"She didn't say who it was?" I ask.
"No." He sighs and takes a swig of his beer. "I'm going to figure it out, V knows I will and when I do....I'm going to break his legs, and then beat him with them."
Damn. This is not good. Vance is damn near scary right now. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pull it out, unlocking it.
Nic: Nooo. I was asked on a date, but I do not have a date.
I exhale a long breath and glance over at Vance who's peeling at the sticker on his bottle.
Me: You turned him down?
Nic: Why's that good?
Me: Because it is. For you, and for this guy. You're brother is freaking out.
Nic: I can always change my mind. He's stupid, let him freak out.
Me: Who is he?
Nic: Who's asking? You or my brother?
I stare at the message before writing my response, which I don't get to because Vance leans into me, "Who you texting?" I quick push the power button to darken the screen, then put it in my pocket.
Clearing my throat, "Just Nic."
"Ah, the infamous Nic. When do I get to meet her?"
"Uh. I don't know." I need to change the subject, and quick.
"C'mon, though she may just take a good look at me and dump your ass."
I laugh, "Your brother said the same damn thing."
"We Russo's are studs."
I shake my head at him, "I can't wait until a girl knocks you on your ass."
"That'll be the day.." he mutters. "We have to find out who this punk is."
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I itch to look at it, but refrain.
"It's obvious that Taylor tells Jeremy everything, so why not wait to see what she tells him."
He looks at me for a beat, "That's the weird thing, she doesn't always tell him things, actually she never does because he doesn't care. He found it weird and I think that's why he told me."
I thought on that for a minute. Taylor is one sneaky chick.
"Man.." Vance puts his hand on my shoulder, "I'm so glad you got my back. We have to keep these grimy assholes away from girls like V." I look down to hide the cringe. Fuck.
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Yes, It's very short. I apologize. I'm already working on the next chapter(which is also in Chase's POV), and I'll probably be at it for a couple hours tonight. The story took a turn I hadn't planned, it's quite fascinating how characters you create end up writing their own stories. Regardless, I really hope you liked this little chapter. Don't hate me.
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