Page 8 of Tangled Emotions
That brat had to stress older.
“You cool?” She made duck lips at me.
“As long as you don’t act like a bunch of assholes. Yeah.” I took another drink.
The boys sat down, and Flavia sat beside me. “Thanks for being so cool about this, Edie.”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“What kind of name is Edith?” The girl I assumed was Amanda sneered.
Evie didn’t let anyone else say a word. “It’s an old family name, you uncultured bitch.”
The boys busted up with laughter and the one who brought the beer pointed at her. “I told you; Evie doesn’t take shit.”
“She didn’t have to be rude.” Amanda crossed her arms over her chest.
Evelyn popped up from the ground. “Neither did you.”
She walked up beside me and went into the apartment.
“Can you believe Judge Brooks failed me?” Cesare uncapped his beer and guzzled it down.
“He’s still teaching?” I laughed, stretching my legs out in front of me. “He was old when I had him, so he must be ancient now.”
“Was he a big dick when you had him?” He pointed to me with his bottle.
“Yep.”
Cesare shrugged. “You’d think with my last name he’d pass me.”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “You could be Jesus Christ and if you didn’t put the work in, he’d fail you.”
The kids laughed and Evie came back out with a bottle of root beer. She sat back down, and they all dove into what’s going on at school, movies, and places to hang out.
I left them to enjoy the time together and went inside to curl up with my newest Stephen King book. He was my favoriteauthor, and between being a mom and working there had been precious little time to read.
The book sucked me in, and I lost track of time, but was pulled out of the fictional world when I heard glass shatter. Stuffing my bookmark into it, I jumped up and ran outside.
“C’mon, Marco!” Flavia clapped her hands. “You can throw it farther!”
I watched in horror as Marco, Cesare, and Amanda hurled empty beer bottles into the street. My sister shook her head and took a few steps back, watching them, then turned around walking towards me.
“Idiots.” She grumped and went past me into the building.
Amanda looked back, saw me and smiled as she threw one while keeping eye contact.
That little bitch.
She let out a raucous laugh and threw a full bottle. It arced up into the air and landed with a juicy splat.
Our apartment building stood dead center of the cul-de-sac, meaning we didn’t get a lot of traffic, but people still lived here and drove on the road.
“Guys!” I called out to them, but no one responded. Either they heard me and ignored me, or they didn’t hear me.
I took a deep breath and walked back to get a cigarette before I kicked their collective asses, and right as I put the flame to the tip, I heard sirens.
Shit.