Last Contd.
Ariel Beckham.
Noah is at the store, chugging another can of beer. I step outside and spot Kelly’s uncle standing across the road. He’s leaning against his jeep, smoking. I could’ve sworn he left earlier to take Kelly home. Guess not. How can this rogue be her uncle?
I cross the road, curiosity—and a little leftover attitude—pushes me forward. The memory of him being a rude jerk earlier dance in my mind and honestly, I feel like giving him a piece of my mind.
“Your name?” I ask, stopping a few steps away.
“Darnez.”
I fold my arms. “You said you were going to find my boyfriend and make him leave me so you could have me to yourself. Ring a bell?”
“Yeah,” he says, standing up straight and stretching like he just woke up. “I can do that now.”
I roll my eyes so hard they
