Instantly, an alarm went off inside her brain that told her to quit
whatever she was doing and get the hell out of there, even if it was just a
figment of her imagination.
She grabbed Cassandra by the wrist and
said, “We have to go—like, now.” On her way to the door she yelled back to
Brett, “I’ll call you soon.”
She ran to the car, jumped in and sped
to her house and called it a night. Her heart was still beating once she was
able to lie down and pray that sleep would come and take over her.
Chapter Six:
Shooting the
Breeze
“Almost there,” cheered Sabrina to
Cassandra as they sprinted towards the end of the track that they had been
running their three and a half mile run on.
“Whew! I needed that run,” exclaimed an
out of breathe Cassandra when they began their cool down exercises. “Shit, I’m
so out of shape it’s not even funny.”
“Out of shape?” laughed Sabrina. “Girl,
you are not out of shape.” She turned towards her right and said, “See that hot
mess over there—that’s out of shape.”
Cassandra exploded with laughter once
she saw a guy as big as a house sitting on a nearby bench stuffing his face
with a greasy hamburger from a fast food joint and sipping from a large cup in
between bites.
Cassandra said, “He is dead-wrong for
eating that nasty-looking food as big as he is and at a damn park, no less!”
“If I ever get like that, please put me
out of my misery,” said Sabrina as she watched in disgust as the obese guy
continued to indulge in his artery-clogging burger.
Just looking at him made Sabrina cringe
and made her stomach feel like it was turning into a knot. It wasn’t the simple
fact that he was enjoying his food that annoyed her; it was the fact that he
was clearly overweight and had the nerve to be eating it at a park where most
people come to try to lose weight—not gain it. And he appeared to be in no
position to lose weight, hell; he wasn’t even dressed to go walking in his
orange t-shirt and black ketchup-stained jeans.
“Rina, please. You don’t even have to
worry about getting fat ‘cause it’s not in your genes to get fat; nobody from
your family that I’ve met is fat so you straight. You don’t even need to work
out with that killer body of yours; your arms are nice and toned like your
cellulite-free thighs and your abs—plain and simple, you have an amazing body!”
“Thanks,” said Sabrina. “If I didn’t
know you like I do, I’d take you for a lesbian.”
Cassandra gave her a tap on the shoulder
and snapped, “Hey, I’m not a damn lesbian!” She crossed her arms over her chest
and countered, “If I didn’t know you any better I’d think you were a thirty-two
year old virgin.”
Sabrina playfully bumped her shoulder. “Whatever.
Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
“I’m just letting you know I’m not a
lesbian. When was the last time you had any sex? Oh, let me see, months ago!”
She laughed and added, “I know you probably got cobwebs down there.”
“Well, that won’t be the case much
longer, thank you very much.”
“What are you talking about?” asked
Cassandra looking puzzled.
“As of last night, I might be going off
of the market.”
Cassandra paused before she said, “Hold
on a sec. You mean to tell me you met a guy and didn’t inform me?” She gasped
dramatically. “My feelings are genuinely hurt.”
“Come on, Casey. You and Larissa both
were drunk off y’all behinds and were too damn busy dancing to notice. And
y’all were all up in the man face, especially you. Asking him if he had a twin
and comparing him to the actor Ryan Reynolds, which isn’t a bad comparison at
all, now that I think about it.”
Cassandra laughed and said, “Oh, wait a
minute. I kind of remember you talking to some dude but that’s all. When I get
hammered it’s hard to remember stuff the next day.”
“I see. Anyways, let’s finish up so I
can get home and take a shower and go
whatever she was doing and get the hell out of there, even if it was just a
figment of her imagination.
She grabbed Cassandra by the wrist and
said, “We have to go—like, now.” On her way to the door she yelled back to
Brett, “I’ll call you soon.”
She ran to the car, jumped in and sped
to her house and called it a night. Her heart was still beating once she was
able to lie down and pray that sleep would come and take over her.
Chapter Six:
Shooting the
Breeze
“Almost there,” cheered Sabrina to
Cassandra as they sprinted towards the end of the track that they had been
running their three and a half mile run on.
“Whew! I needed that run,” exclaimed an
out of breathe Cassandra when they began their cool down exercises. “Shit, I’m
so out of shape it’s not even funny.”
“Out of shape?” laughed Sabrina. “Girl,
you are not out of shape.” She turned towards her right and said, “See that hot
mess over there—that’s out of shape.”
Cassandra exploded with laughter once
she saw a guy as big as a house sitting on a nearby bench stuffing his face
with a greasy hamburger from a fast food joint and sipping from a large cup in
between bites.
Cassandra said, “He is dead-wrong for
eating that nasty-looking food as big as he is and at a damn park, no less!”
“If I ever get like that, please put me
out of my misery,” said Sabrina as she watched in disgust as the obese guy
continued to indulge in his artery-clogging burger.
Just looking at him made Sabrina cringe
and made her stomach feel like it was turning into a knot. It wasn’t the simple
fact that he was enjoying his food that annoyed her; it was the fact that he
was clearly overweight and had the nerve to be eating it at a park where most
people come to try to lose weight—not gain it. And he appeared to be in no
position to lose weight, hell; he wasn’t even dressed to go walking in his
orange t-shirt and black ketchup-stained jeans.
“Rina, please. You don’t even have to
worry about getting fat ‘cause it’s not in your genes to get fat; nobody from
your family that I’ve met is fat so you straight. You don’t even need to work
out with that killer body of yours; your arms are nice and toned like your
cellulite-free thighs and your abs—plain and simple, you have an amazing body!”
“Thanks,” said Sabrina. “If I didn’t
know you like I do, I’d take you for a lesbian.”
Cassandra gave her a tap on the shoulder
and snapped, “Hey, I’m not a damn lesbian!” She crossed her arms over her chest
and countered, “If I didn’t know you any better I’d think you were a thirty-two
year old virgin.”
Sabrina playfully bumped her shoulder. “Whatever.
Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
“I’m just letting you know I’m not a
lesbian. When was the last time you had any sex? Oh, let me see, months ago!”
She laughed and added, “I know you probably got cobwebs down there.”
“Well, that won’t be the case much
longer, thank you very much.”
“What are you talking about?” asked
Cassandra looking puzzled.
“As of last night, I might be going off
of the market.”
Cassandra paused before she said, “Hold
on a sec. You mean to tell me you met a guy and didn’t inform me?” She gasped
dramatically. “My feelings are genuinely hurt.”
“Come on, Casey. You and Larissa both
were drunk off y’all behinds and were too damn busy dancing to notice. And
y’all were all up in the man face, especially you. Asking him if he had a twin
and comparing him to the actor Ryan Reynolds, which isn’t a bad comparison at
all, now that I think about it.”
Cassandra laughed and said, “Oh, wait a
minute. I kind of remember you talking to some dude but that’s all. When I get
hammered it’s hard to remember stuff the next day.”
“I see. Anyways, let’s finish up so I
can get home and take a shower and go
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