Only One Road – chapter 8

– VIII –


The next day was uneventful until it was over. I’ve heard someone calling my name in the parking lot. I turned around. It was Wes Graham, one of Billy’s pets. I gave Dylan the car keys and told him that I’ll be right there. He nodded and walked away. I waited for Wes to get closer.

“Hey, Connor”, he said seriously. “Have a minute?”

“What’s up?” I shoved my hands in my pockets.

“Wanna talk to you about something”, he said and nodded towards the bench that was sitting next to the fence. I had no idea what this was about. We never talked much except the occasional “Hey, what’s up?” exchange even though Wes was probably the most well behaved one out of all Billy’s pets. I sat next to him on the bench and he looked at me through his sunglasses. I had no idea why he would need those. It was pretty dark considering that it was the end of November and the sky was scorched with heavy menacing clouds. I guess he was one of those who believed that sunglasses made them look cool.

“What’s up, Wes?” I asked when he just sat there.

“Wanna hear something funny?” he asked almost cheerfully.

I shrugged.

“Sure… I guess.”

He nodded.

“I went to the bathroom yesterday…”

Uh-oh.

“So you gonna tell me about a great dump that you took?” I snorted at him. I was always good at controlling my facial expressions.

“No”, he grinned. “Someone was screwing in the stall next to me.”

“Uh huh”, I nodded. “So what, you beat off?”

“I was tempted”, he grinned again. “But no. I wanted to find out who it was, you know? I thought that maybe someone dragged his chick into that stall or something… It sounded really hot, you know?”

“Okay”, I looked at him with slight confusion. “You said something about funny…?”

“Yeah”, he nodded. “It gets funny, all right… I couldn’t see anything behind those damn walls and I didn’t want to break the door down or something like that… So I left and decided to wait and see who comes out.”

Well, crap.

“So I waited”, he continued. “And do you know who came out?”

“No”, I sighed with great boredom. “But something tells me you are about to enlighten me.”

“Mort”, he said with a wide smile. “That fucking obnoxious blond that you hang out with lately.”

“Okay”, I shrugged. “So he was getting some, good for him!”

“Wait”, he laughed softly. “Just wait… I knew that he wasn’t in there alone, I am not that dumb. So I waited some more. You know who else came out?”

Son of a bitch.

“Who?” I sighed again. “The Pope?”

“No”, he said calmly. “Not the Pope. You, Blake. You were screwing Mort’s brains out in there, weren’t you?”

I laughed.

“You were right”, I nodded finally.