Crazy Girl(41)

“I live in these things,” I informed him. “I should be fine as long as we’re not doing anything too crazy.”

Sipping my coffee, I grinned as Wren and Kegs debated about which female superhero would win if they faced off, She-Ra or Wonder Woman. They seemed to like the same kind of things, but not when it came down to the specifics.

“Wonder Woman can fly,” Kegs argued.

“She-Ra has the sword of protection and He-Man is her brother.” Wren shook his head, his face twisted as he raised a hand in confusion—like how could Kegs not see how obvious it was? “Dude, it’s a no-brainer,” he added.

Kegs scoffed, making me chuckle. They were really into this debate. Raising his hand, Kegs began ticking off a list of Wonder Woman’s advantages, “Bro, Wonder Woman is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, she has longevity, and super-human strength.” He flopped back in his seat as if he’d just put the whole thing to rest, but then popped back up, widening his eyes. “The lasso of truth, dude. Boom!” He laughed and pretended like he was dropping a mic on the ground. Wren chuckled as he stared down at his phone, his thumb moving over the screen appearing to be texting. Dropping his phone in his lap, he turned his head and looked at Kegs who was grinning, waiting for Wren to admit defeat.

“She-Ra was the alter ego of Princess Adora, which means she had multiple personalities, which means she was crazy,” Wren pointed out with an air of profoundness. “Crazy is a superpower.” Kegs laughed as Wren cut his gaze to me, a smirk on his face. I glared at him, pretending to be insulted by his comment since he constantly told me I was crazy, even though I thought he was somewhat amusing.

“You have a point, man,” Kegs agreed. I rolled my eyes. Men.

I opened my mouth to say something snarky when my phone vibrated. Taking it out, I was surprised to see I had a text from Wren.

Wren: You look gorgeous today.

I couldn’t stop the grin that exploded across my face after reading it. Ugh, what was wrong with me? I was such a girl. I was being one of those women…the ones that acted like little school girls when a boy said something nice to them. Tucking my phone back in my purse, I glanced up at him, the same dumb grin still on my face because it just wouldn’t go away, no matter how hard I tried to make it.

His gaze was fixed on mine. I rolled my eyes at him. Eye rolling was my forte.

He tilted his head, smirking. Don’t roll your eyes at me, woman.

I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from laughing. I shimmied my head in a talk-to-the-hand way. Don’t tell me what to do. We had a conversation without saying a word.

Kegs was oblivious to all of this because he admitted defeat in the She-Ra vs. Wonder Woman debate. “Okay, man. She-Ra might have the slightest advantage.”

We couldn’t help it. Wren and I chuckled because he had completely missed the moment that transpired between us. Wren checked his phone again and stood. “They’re ready for us.”

I followed the two striking men through a set of double doors and down a brightly lit hallway until we were outside again. A silver Chevy Tahoe was parked just outside the door, a young black man waiting with the back passenger-door open. Kegs rounded the vehicle while Wren took a seat. Kegs climbed in on the other side and with Wren already seated, I stood frozen, unsure of what to do. I was the smallest, so sitting in the middle of the back seat made sense, but why hadn’t Wren let me in first?

I held my hand up in confusion. “Are you going to let me in?” It came out snarkier than I intended.

Wren looked to the young man with caramel skin, his expression clearly annoyed. “Am I supposed to sit in the middle?”

I looked to the guy still holding the door who began to fidget, his eyes darting from me to Wren. He wasn’t offering me any help in figuring out what in the hell was going on. I cut my gaze back to Wren, “I can sit in the middle, if you’ll just let me in.”

Wren shook his head, snorting in displeasure, his gaze still boring holes in the guy holding the door. “I guess the ambassador will just ride bitch in the middle.” As he scooted over, I froze. What was happening? Ambassador? What in the hell was he talking about? I didn’t know, but I didn’t want to ask and look stupid. I mean, shouldn’t I know what the hell we were doing? Why hadn’t I asked?

“Wren…I will sit in the middle if you let me in,” I tried again. I wasn’t sure why he was so mad, or why he wouldn’t just let me in.

“No, it’s fine,” he grunted. “Get in. Let’s go.”

A part of me debated walking away right then and there. Why was he acting like such a dick? But I really wanted to see what Wren did. Where were we going? My curiosity was officially piqued. Climbing in, the young man closed the door before he got in the front passenger seat. The driver, an older man with gray hair, was already seated and ready to go.

“Why the fuck are we in this car and not that one?” Wren barked, making me jump. In front of our vehicle was a black Suburban that appeared to be bigger and newer than the car we were in. “An ambassador should be riding in the nicest of the vehicles you have. Why are we not in that vehicle?”

“Would you like us to change to that vehicle, sir?” the driver asked. It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t happy with Wren’s harping, but he kept his tone steady.

“Yes,” Wren stated, leaning back in his seat. “I would like that vehicle.”