Yes, Rod made a choice when we were young that hurt me for years, but I’d made bad choices, too. And maybe he was right that we were too young at the time…though I’d never tell him that. Jesus, it had taken all this shit to finally figure it out.
Rod’s noble attempt to move on, to the point where he was going out on a date with Ben…
No. Fucking. Way.
Rodney was mine and nobody else got to have him. Decision made, I headed to the bathroom to get ready.
Around ten o’clock that night, I drove over to Ned’s to get my man. I dressed with care in tight blue jeans and a thin, almost see-through white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. The top three buttons were undone. I used a little black eyeliner around my eyes and spiked my short black hair. Worn, black Vans completed the look.