Free ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2) by Mj Fields

and fifty thousand dollars and he works for the state.
    Good, fucker can buy me dinner and then I’ll get something back for all the taxes I have paid in.
    @baller1: I wanna take you out.
    Kat: I’m free in 2099.
    @baller1: I’m sure I’ll see you before then Kat.
    Kat: Is that so?
    @baller1: Yeah, I’m not the kind of guy to walk away when I see something I want. No matter how much a chick pretends she doesn’t want this. I know I can make you come.
    Kat: Is that so? Well we do have one thing in common. I can make myself come too.
    @baller1: But we both know you don’t always like going solo. We both know once a dick is inside of you your attitude gets in check.
    Kat: You don’t know shit.
    @baller1: But I do. I know you.
    Kat: Uh huh.
    @baller1: I’ve fucked that, trust me, I know you.
    Kat: You sound like a fucking psycho.
    @baller1: We fucked good together. You ride a mean dick.
    Kat: Stop messaging me freak show.
    @baller1: No can do.
    What a fucking creeper. I don’t respond.
    @baller1: You can unfollow me, but you can't unswallow.
    And I block his ass.
    My phone rings and it’s an unknown number. No idea who, probably the married fuck. But maybe it’s Macey from a bar and she needs a ride.
    “Hello?”
    “Hey Kat, it’s Zack. It’s cool that you’re letting Ricco and his little girl stay at your house.”
    “Tell me you didn’t call me at ten thirty at night because you just figured out I’m cool,” I scold him.
    He laughs. “Look just wanted to make sure you knew the service for the old lady is at three tomorrow. Just thought maybe we could rally around him, that bitch shows up and sees we have numbers bigger than a fucking street gang and she may back off on trying to make waves for him. Natalia doesn’t need that shit either.”
    “I don’t do funerals,” I tell him, because I don’t. I avoid them at all costs.
    “Kat,” he sighs.
    “Zack, I’ll order a cheese plate or some shit. You guys can go to my place and cook out, do whatever but I don’t do funerals.”
    “Understood.”
    I lay in bed looking at the pictures lit up by the moonlight. Dad and me. My parents and me.
    The last funeral I went to was his. My mother tried to get me to attend others but the closer it got to the time we needed to leave I was literally sick to my stomach. When I die, I want to be cremated and I want a party where people talk about what a bitch I was and wear middle finger shirts and unicorn hats.
    It’s nonsensical to mourn, it fixes nothing.

 

CHAPTER TWELVE
Back to Reality
    KAT
    During breakfast with Darby and Mom my phone rang. It was Josephina Steel. So of course I answered.
    “Did I wake you Kat?”
    “Nope, just finishing breakfast how are you?”
    “I’m good. Zack told me you offered to have a get together after the services for Lavinia. That is very thoughtful of you. The boys and my daughter in laws will be there. I’m going to just pop in and then Thomas and I are going take the kids so they can spend time with you all.”
    “Um well-”
    “I just wanted to let you know I am going to drop off some food.”
    “Well-”
    “We’ll stop by around two if that works for you.”
    “Well not really-”
    “Oh damn it my kitchen timer is going off. I’ll talk to you soon. Goodbye Kat.”
    “She hung up,” I gasp.
    “Who?” Darby asks.
    “Joe Steel. She hung up.”
    “Is everything okay?”
    I shake my head no. “She thinks I’m going to be at the funeral for Natalia’s grandmother, but there is no way.”
    “You have to,” Darby insists.
    “No, I don’t.”
    Darby commenced to spilling the story about Natalia’s grandmother, and the shit I told her in the car about why Ricco and Natalia spent the night.
    The Mom-ster was all sorts of twitchy. I knew damn well Darby would not be coming home with me. Mom promised she would bring her up in a few days. She also said Darby’s father was coming in for a couple days. I’m no mathematician but a couple and a few means the