Chapter 255
Chapter 255:
“Even our bar singer was stunned. He said if he had even half of Bobby’s guts, he’d have competed nationally and probably be famous by now. The guy wasn’t wrong, but Bobby couldn’t handle the comment and ended up picking a fight with him.” Wendy sneered, shaking her head. “The singer turned out to be a judo expert, and Bobby got knocked out cold. What a joke. After his performance, whether he was tipsy or just out of his mind, he knocked over an entire shelf of liquor in the hallway. It was meant for a customer’s girlfriend’s birthday, with rare imports mixed in. He completely ruined her celebration.”
Wendy inhaled deeply from her cigarette, letting out a cloud of smoke as she vented her frustration. “And all because of him, I got fired, and I hadn’t even made it to twenty hours at the job.”
Fernanda understood immediately what had happened.
Wendy wasn’t exactly the social type, and people who were too forward or overly excited usually put her on edge.
“He makes my blood boil every time I see him,” Wendy muttered. “Fernanda, let’s step outside for some air. Want to go for a motorcycle ride?”
Wendy was clearly upset, and as her friend, Fernanda wanted to do whatever she could to lift her spirits.
Fernanda agreed without hesitation, replying, “Okay.”
Her response seemed to ease Wendy’s frustration a little.
Together, they left the dorm and headed for the motorcycle rental shop. Bobby trailed behind them, eager to apologize to Wendy, though he wasn’t sure how to begin.
Should he bring up the awful singing, the fight, or the ruined birthday? A wave of guilt washed over Bobby for a brief moment.
Wendy didn’t acknowledge him at all, completely ignoring his presence, knowing full well he wouldn’t leave on his own.
At the rental shop, Wendy and Fernanda picked out the bikes they liked and filled out the one-day rental forms.
As Bobby was still busy with his paperwork, the two girls took off on their bikes.
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“Wait!” Bobby shouted as he dropped his pen, desperately trying to start his bike to follow them, but it wouldn’t turn on.
“What’s going on?” he asked, frustrated.
“Sir, you haven’t paid yet,” the clerk pointed out.
“Fuck!” Bobby cursed angrily. Why hadn’t they told him sooner? Now he was losing track of Fernanda and Wendy.
The clerk was bewildered—what had he done to deserve Bobby’s anger? After paying and finally unlocking the bike, Bobby stepped out of the shop, his mind racing with confusion.
Where could they have gone? He couldn’t shake the feeling that something might happen to them.
The thought of Fernanda’s previous accident made him even more anxious. Her feet had barely started to heal, and now she was out again. If something happened to her, Cristian would come after him for sure.
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