Free Crazy Horse's Girlfriend (9781940430447) by Erika T. Wurth

yourself a little boyfriend,” he said, twisting me around.
    â€œJake! You drunk, cut it out. He’s not my boyfriend, for fuck’s sake. You suck. Let me go,” I said, trying to get out of his grip, but the fucker was crazy strong, and it was impossible.
    â€œAdmit you loooooove him and I will.”
    â€œNo!”
    â€œC’mon. You looooooove him. You want to have pretty Colombian babies all day long.”
    â€œOh, God, let me go! You’re catching my hair again, Jake!” He was drunk though, and I forgave him, though he was embarrassing the ever-loving hell outta me with the Mike stuff.
    â€œThis is revenge!” He said, but he quit when I told him it was hurting my side.
    I straightened myself out while his friends laughed, one of them even snorting vodka out of his nose. “She’s like a pissed off cat, man!” The guy who’d told me he’d seen Mike said.
    â€œYes. I’m a pissed off cat,” I said in monotone and this only made them laugh even more.
    â€œHey,” I heard at my back. It was Mike.
    Jake’s guys started laughing like mad, and I worried like hell that he’d overheard them teasing me about him.
    â€œLet’s go over here,” I said, leading him away.
    â€œLike a cat, reow!” I heard one of them say as we left.
    â€œWhat was that all about?” Mike asked.
    â€œI have no idea. Those are Jake’s friends. Some of them are fucking idiots.”
    â€œI gathered that,” he said. We went over to a semi-empty corner and he looked at me. I smiled, looked down.
    â€œHey,” he said, “I’m gonna head home soon. But my parents are out of town next weekend. You want to come up?”
    â€œSure.”
    We exchanged phone numbers and before he left, he hesitated, leaned in and kissed me. He squeezed my arm. “Talk to you soon. I’m going to have to visit you in your office.”
    â€œMy office?”
    â€œThe stairs. Outside.”
    â€œOh, that office.”
    â€œBye,” he said, walking away.
    I walked back over to Jake and once I could see that Mike was definitely gone, I punched him as hard as I could in the arm.
    â€œC á lmate, Kitty!” Jake said.
    â€œYou calm down. You asshole,” I said.
    â€œI’m sorry little cousin, I couldn’t help it. It really is cute, really.”
    â€œCute hell, you’re just happy he isn’t going after Julia.”
    â€œJulia who?”
    â€œHilarious, really.” I looked at my watch. It was 4:00 in the morning.
    â€œMan, I—” Jake said, and stopped. People were yelling.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” I asked.
    â€œCops!” Someone yelled.
    â€œOh fuck,” Jake said.
    Jake pointed with this lips and his hand at the window. “Someone must have seen us in here,” he said. We looked over at the window we’d come in through and it was crammed with people trying to get out of it. Jake took my hand.
    â€œThis way,” he said, “let’s head towards another apartment. Another window.”
    â€œWhat’s happening?” Julia asked.
    â€œCops,” Jake said. “Get your shit and move.”
    â€œFuck!” she said. “What are we going to do?”
    â€œFollow me,” Jake said, leading the way out of the apartment. We followed him, my breath caught in my throat. Jake led us out into the hallway, but we could hear the cops breaking in through the doorway at the entrance and so he turned into another apartment, one that was different than the one Mike and me had just been in, the door off the frame and lying in the corner like an abandoned child.
    â€œFuck, fuck!” Treena said.
    â€œShhh,” Julia said and we all walked into the apartment and stopped. Toys were everywhere; it was as if someone had had to move out on a minute’s notice. It was awful to look at: the kinds of things that very young children played with, dolls with