Grape Vine Crew by Erin Trejo

Author:Erin Trejo [Trejo, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Acen

She walks in the front door and motions for me to follow her. I glance around the shit house she lives in. It’s in far worse condition than the one we live in. Layla comes from the kitchen with a bag of chips, salsa and three different liquor bottles in her arms. She nods toward the door next to me. I move to open it and she walks past me and inside.

“This is home, huh?” I ask watching her set everything on the table next to her bed.

“If that’s what you want to call it.” She doesn’t look over at me while she opens the first bottle of Fireball and brings it to her lips. I watch her swallow before she turns and offers it to me.

“What do you call it then?” Our fingers touch when I take the bottle from her. She watches me, haze in her eyes. She doesn’t know she’s as beautiful as she is. She doesn’t see it. Natural. No makeup, no fancy hair products. She’s just her.

“Hell. I’ll be right back.” I nod my head and watch her walk into what I assume to be a bathroom. She’s in there a few minutes when she comes back out in yoga pants and a t-shirt. My cock gets hard seeing the way they hug her small frame.

“Jesus,” I hiss under my breath. She ignores me, walking past me and grabbing a small speaker off the table. Punching a few buttons on her phone, music comes over her small speaker. Layla grabs a blanket and tosses it on the floor before she drops onto it. She motions for me to sit, so I do.

“What’s this?” I ask her motioning to the floor.

“It’s me.”

“That’s pretty damn cryptic after what you heard at my house,” I tell her.

“Are we sharing now? Wanna cuddle and braid each other’s hair too?” She asks with amusement in her tone, her eyebrow raised.

“She’s a bitch. Always has been. Treated Clarissa like she was nothing. I always felt like something was off.”

“That doesn’t mean she didn’t care,” she says.

“What the hell do you think it means? She didn’t care about us. Her drugs were more important.”

“Maybe she had her reasons,” she adds. I turn to look at her as she takes down more of the Fireball. She looks buzzed. Or maybe she just doesn’t give a shit.

“Where’s your dad?”

“Which one?” She raises an eyebrow.

“She never told you about him? Like ever?” She shakes her head no. Not that it should surprise me. Clarissa has told me that her mom isn’t much different than ours. Or at least hers anyway.

Layla tips the bottle to her lips as she lays her head back bobbing to the beat. She must be into rock because that’s all I’ve heard coming from her speaker.

“Brody seems to like you.”

“And you seem to hate me,” she says pointing the bottle my way. I smirk and let out a little chuckle at that one.

“You push me. I don’t like being pushed.”

“Well that’s just a sad life then, Acen.

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