Worth It by Nicki DeStasi Read Free Book Online Page A

point six now, but it was three point eight. I hope I do better this year to bring it back up.”
    Living with Sam was obviously a colossal mistake, and the stress fucked me up enough to affect my grades.
    “I do need to head to work though. I just wanted to get the oil changed since you’ve been hounding me about it. It’s also been making a clunking sound in the front end. I was hoping you could take a peek.”
    “You work too much for a young woman. You need to get out and live a little.” He smiles. “Yes, of course, I’ll take a look for you.”
    I roll my eyes and ignore his comment. “Wonderful. Thanks so much. It was great talking to you again.”
    “I always enjoy talking to you as well. Can I give you a ride over?”
    “No, don’t worry about it. Work is only a block away. I figured you could bring me my keys when you come in for your Friday usual?”
    He smiles brightly. “Of course, Anna. That sounds perfect.”
    “All right, Donnie, I’ll see you in a few hours,” I reply, turning for the door.
    His voice stops me before I reach it, and I turn back at him expectantly.
    “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I’m bringing someone in for you to meet tonight.” His eyes sparkle.
    A grin stretches wide across my face. “Sounds great. I’ll see you in a bit.” I chuckle as I head out to work.
    His friends always crack me up. One friend was this crazy guy he had met and driven cross-country with, one guy was a fellow Vietnam vet, one guy he had gone sky diving with, and so on, but the one thing they have in common is they are all funny. A little crazy, but they’re always funny. I’m sure whoever he intends to introduce me to tonight will be…memorable.
     

     
    “Look, I’m sorry. I’m just not interested in taking you out again,” I say into my cell phone as I steer my truck into my uncle’s shop parking lot.
    “Well, if Friday doesn’t work for you, I could probably do Saturday.”
    I swear to Christ this woman doesn’t understand English. “I don’t want to see you again at all . I’m not trying to be a dick, but we went out once, and it just didn’t work for me.”
    There’s silence on the other end of the phone before she says, “Wait—are you trying to say you don’t want to see me again?”
    I put the truck in park and shut off the ignition. “Yes.”
    “You’re such an asshole,” she says. Then, she hangs up on me.
    I roll my eyes. Right, I’m the asshole. I shrug, glad to be done with that shit.
    I don’t understand why this is so damn hard. All I want to do is get out of the dating scene. It should be simple. I’m twenty-five with a good job, and I thought now was a good time to move on to the next step. I just want to settle down, have a woman in my bed at the end of the day, but I’m about to say, Fuck this shit . I swear to Christ, there hasn’t been one girl who even comes close. Most are either full of themselves, or like the chick I just finished talking to, they’re airheads. A few have been nice enough, but there just wasn’t any connection. I can’t say exactly what I’m looking for, but whatever it is, I ain’t finding it.
    Sighing in frustration, I jump out and slam the door shut. Eyes down, I start to trudge toward the shop. When I glance up, I stop. Who the hell is she? I can’t see her face because it’s blocked by her long brown hair. She’s tiny, and even under her leather coat, I can see that her boobs are nuclear.
    She’s a few yards away, but when she glances around before walking down the street, my dick jerks.
    Fuck, she’s beautiful.
    I narrow in on her ass as she moves away before she finally leaves my sight to enter the pizza shop a block away. I kinda want to go into the shop and see if I can find out who she is, but I shake my head to clear the thought.
    Right, that wouldn’t be creepy or anything.
    I feel like a fucking weirdo right now, but she’s so fucking hot. This town is small, so it’s strange that I don’t know who