Free One of the Guys by Ashley Johnson Page B

figures I’ll never survive without her. We’ve been through more than we like to admit together. Without her then, I’m not so sure I would have made it. Definitely something that will take some getting used to, but no doubt I can do it.
     
    “I wasn’t sure how you’d take it honestly. I mean we’ve lived together for years now and soon it’s just going to be you. On the bright side, now you can bring all the women here you want.” She slaps my arm trying to get a rise out of me. I know she’s kidding but she also knows that I don’t take women home. For one it’s disrespectful to her being my sister and all. She’s never brought Rocky here to spend the night and I’ve never brought a woman. Second, I don’t put women in my bed at all. For what? For it to be some shitty reminder of my piss poor mistakes? To only be reminded of what, the girl who was there the night before? The girl I’d have no intentions of talking to ever again? No thank you. Usually it’s just plain sex in the back of a vehicle or in the closet at Joe’s. It’s just a quick fix for me and nothing more. I don’t want any of that emotional baggage bullshit with me. Girls lead to love which leads to broken hearts and I just can’t see putting myself through that. Maybe the right girl will come along but she hasn’t yet and I’m not looking for her.
     
    “Yeah, this place is gonna turn into a regular whore house as soon as your gone. Let me go put an ad in the paper and get a sign made to put on the front door.” Wendy smacked my arm on that one. Rather hard if I might add. “Um, you’re not fighting anymore right?”
     
    “Do I look stupid Cole? I’m pregnant. No. Looks like it’s just you, Jack and Trey now.”
     
    “Hey I was just checking. I’m about to head down to Lou’s, you coming?”
     
    “Rocky’s picking me up but thanks big brother, I appreciate you.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek as I shook my head laughing. I was born about three minutes before she was and when we were younger I always made it a point to throw it in her face I was the older sibling. She was my little sister, and she still is. To me she will always be the little girl with pig tails making mud pies in the backyard. She beat me to the bathroom so I sat there looking through my phone as I patiently waited my turn.
     
    This phone had turned into nothing more than a little black book for me. Most of these girl’s numbers I couldn’t remember their faces if you lined them up for me. Like I said, usually nothing more than a quick fix. Who knows why I even bothered getting numbers. Call me a pig, call me whatever you want. Going through the list I deleted more numbers than I want to admit and now there were maybe only ten contacts inside my phone. My phone felt like it got a ton lighter once everything was deleted. Sometimes you just have to put a chapter behind you.
     
    Wendy finally came out the bathroom and I told her I’d see her at the gym as I stepped inside to shower. I ran the towel over my hair once and then just left it. I’d be full of sweat later so it didn’t really matter. I shouldn’t have even taken a shower this morning but I went to the bar last night with Trey and I reeked of the bar and sex. Trey’s been out a lot more lately. His family is going through their own turmoil, they have been for awhile. His dad just lost his job and even though he should be saving his money to help pay bills in the house and his mom’s medical bills, he deserves some time to himself. That’s exactly why I didn’t let him pay for a single drink last night. He was able to clear his mind; it was nice to see my best friend smile again. This red head just wouldn’t quit trying to throw herself at me though. She was sexy as hell though with her little black dress that barely covered her ass. When we went into the closet, it didn’t take much for me to fuck her and leave. She was ready the minute I slid that dress up and the fact she