Page 92 of Loyal
“Baby…” I start.
Loyal squeezes my leg under the table, cutting me off.
“First of all, if he does get out, he should be given instructions to not come here. That being said, your dad isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and probably wouldn’t listen. If you want me to stay here, I will. If you want to go over to my place and stay there, we can. Hell, we could even go to the club. It’s up to you. Whatever will make you feel the safest,” he tells her.
She nods but stays quiet as she thinks about it.
“I think I want to stay here,” she says after a moment.
“Then that’s what we will do,” I tell her.
I look over at Loyal and mouth, “Thank you.”
When he winks at me and smirks, I roll my eyes.
How the man who just spent the last however many hours at a police station can still be in a happy-go-lucky mood is beyond me. If I didn’t know better, I would say he wasn’t affected at all by the situation. Then again, maybe he isn’t. Maybe this really is nothing new for him.
“Okay, enough of the heavy shit. Tell me something good,” Loyal demands.
“Did Mom tell you I want to transfer schools?”
“Yeah? Where?” he asks.
“Woodrow.”
His eyes light up. “Yeah? I know a lot of the club teens go there. Hell, I did even…well, when I went. It would be a good move.”
We laugh.
“For some reason I’m not surprised you liked to skip,” I tease.
“They didn’t have anything I was interested in.” He shrugs. “If that’s what you both want, we will make it happen. I guess we would need to get permission from the courts, but Woodrow is a good school.”
“It is what I want. I don’t think Dad will approve,” Farrah admits.
“It’s not up to him. The judge will make that call. Didn’t Billy already request a court date?” Loyal asks me.
“It’s in three weeks. Think you can hold out that long?” I ask Farrah.
She frowns, but nods.
Loyal changes the subject. “How was your day?”
“Good. I talked to Gina. Apparently I missed out on some drama at work today. Wait until she hears about this drama,” I joke.
“Yeah, like what?” Loyal asks, giving me his undivided attention.
This is what I was missing before him. Someone who asked about my day and actually cares to listen.
“I guess one of the soon-to-be dads tried to bring a gaming setup into the room, and the mom-to-be wasn’t happy. Security was called after she threw the console against the wall.”
He winces. “I mean, valid reason to crash out, but those things can be expensive as fuck.”
“I wouldn’t know since she’s never been into games,” I say, nodding to Farrah.
Farrah wrinkles her nose. “So not my thing.”
The conversation flows and we start to eat. Once our plates are clear, we stand up and start to clean up.
