Lone [MATURE HS]

Chapter 11.

"What does....bolas gigantes, mean?" Charlie asks me, sitting next to me while he reads on a now vandalized phone case. I uncap a bottle of water, staring down at my paper. Around us, everyone is off to get some lunch before afternoon classes. We sit at the nearest in and out, drafting a rough draft for either of our classes.

I don't even bother to look at him as I mutter, "Gigantic balls."

He pauses to think before he scoffs. "Great. I've been walking around with gigantic balls written on my phone case." He places his phone back down and looks to me while I'm too busy staring at my paper, frowning. "Where's your boyfriend, anyway?"

Still not looking up, I remark, "He's not my boyfriend."

"Oh yeah. He was only putting his thing in your thong and you were all dreamy eyes for fun," he rhymes effortlessly.

I roll my eyes. "Nothing went into my thong, Charlie."

"Yeah because I walked in on y'all before it could happen," He states with a laugh.

It's warmer than usual today, t-shirt and jeans weather. My excuse to wear an old yellow camp t-shirt and ripped black jeans. Faded leather boots, the whole rock star's girlfriend look. Charlie dresses similarly to me, considering we call ourselves art hoes. His girlfriend, however, is the artsier hoe.

I scratch the back of my neck and finally look up, seeing Charlie glued to his phone, rolling his eyes at Martha's texts. I can tell because he always makes the same facial expression. Eyebrows very low, drawn together and jaw tense. She sends him on a wild goose chase before they can actually come to a conclusion. I watch him while thanking myself for pinning my hair back away from my face on this warmer day.

My phone vibrates next to me. I look over at it, seeing it's a text from Harry.

Harry: I see you.

I smile to myself, picking the device off the table and hurrying a response.

Tara: You have to stop texting me shit like that, you weirdo.

Harry: I'm kidding. Can't see you. If I could that would mean a trip to a medical lab. Anyway, I'm on my way to get food. You want anything?

Tara: No, eating here with a distraught Charlie.

Harry: Why?

Tara: Because he's dumb.

Harry: Agreed.

"Is that Harry? Is he texting you about how he's ready to shatter your thong with no interruptions this time?" Charlie snaps me out of my smiling and amused daze.

I look over at him, preparing a glower. "You are an idiot."

"I mean why else would you be smiling at your phone like that? Nothing but sex jokes make you laugh."

Scoffing, I retort, "Okay, let's test that theory. Tell me something funny and dirty."

"Okay," he smiles, setting his phone down. "What do....err...oh okay! Got one-- what do a police car and a woman have in common?"

I raise my eyebrows. "What?"

"They both make a lot of noise to let ya know they're coming," he says, silent a few seconds after to watch my reaction.