5
Charlie
Garrett parks his truck in the last f*****g spot at the edge of the parking lot.
“Am I training for a marathon I don't know about?” I ask as the three of us bypass the row of empty parking spots on the way to the mall entrance.
“It's his new truck. We go through this for a few months.” Sydney spins her index finger in a circle by her temple.
“Unless either of you want to pay to fix scratches and dents, I suggest you relax your jaws and keep your legs moving.”
“I guess the exercise will do me good,” I say and Garrett glances over, his eyes fixating on my chest.
“Oh Miss Rose, you don't need exercise,” Sydney says.
I put my arm around her shoulders. “Aw, can I adopt you?”
Garrett takes a hold of her arm. “Sorry, she's not for sale.”
Sydney stares up at him with a he's-my-
