Chapter 11
KAYLA
Kayla’s birthdayFourteen years old
I smiled, fanning the tickets in my hand at Elsie as she approached, my grin wide. “Dickhead is on his way.”
My best girlfriend grabbed one, clutching it close. She arched a blonde eyebrow. “Does Deacon know that you call him that?”
“He should. Isn’t that a friendship rule?” I shrugged. “That I can call him whatever I want?”
“I guess I just didn’t know that rule applied when male genitalia was involved.” Elsie stopped. “You don’t have any nicknames like that for me, do you?”
I c****d my head. “Would you like one?”
I turned, spinning on my heel, heading towards the front double doors. The high ceilings and ugly blue carpet of the theater lobby welcomed us with all the finesse of a dilapidated velvet rope, and we entered the movie t
