Chapter 13: We're cooked.
Becky's POV.
“Gosh… why is today fuckin’ hot.” Jimmy whined, his entire upper body stuffed inside the open freezer like it was a portal to Narnia. “If this weather was a person, I’d sue.”
“Yeah, tell me about it." Candy said standing in front of the air conditioner.
“Why are y'all complaining about the weather being hot?" Cassy said mockingly. " It's free tan, a natural one at that.”
" It's true, that's why you can be the first and if we like it, we'll go after.” I said sarcastically with a mocking smile. Before turning to look at Jimmy who was staring at me with a corky smirk, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Jimmy gave me that smirk—the one that always meant trouble was loading like a virus on dial-up internet. “What?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’re starting to sound like me,” he said proudly, still half inside the freezer. “Sarcasm, sass, shade. I’m rubbing off on you.”
“Great,” I deadpanned. “Exactly what I needed. Frostbite fingers and Jimmy-flavo
