“I need to grab something,” I tell her, pulling on shorts and a tank and heading onto the dock to meet the delivery driver. Handing the driver a tip I, take the drink holder from him and head back onto the boat.
When I walk back into the bedroom, she’s wrapped in a towel, sitting on the side of the bed, brushing her hair.
“Here,” I say, handing her the disgusting looking green juice I ordered for her.
“Thank you,” she whispers, taking the cup from me and pulling the paper covering off the top of the straw.
“They didn’t do a juice exactly the same as the one Mrs. Humphries makes you, but it’s similar,” I tell her, not mentioning that I had them add some protein powder and some calorie-rich fruit to it too.
Taking my own cup from the holder, I uncover the straw and take a deep pull, humming at the sweet mango taste.
Pulling out my cell, I create a new text group and quickly type out a message.
Project Revenge
Me
Gulliver, did you cover us at school for the rest of the week?
Gulliver
Yep, I told them we had to sort out some details for the wedding. Principal Smith lapped it up.
Izzy
What time are you guys getting here?
Me
Figured we’d do it here.
Gulliver
There’s more space at mine.
Me
True, we’ll be there in an hour.
Davis
Is her ladyship coming?
Me
Don’t be a dick.
Kip
Davis, shut the fuck up!
Izzy
Stop it, Davis.
“So, we’re going to Gulliver’s?” she asks, standing up and wrapping her arm across her chest like she’s physically trying to hold herself together.
“Are you okay with that?”