Chapter 5 Wendy’s POV

I managed to find my way back to Grady and of course he was talking to a girl. It was never the same with him and this girl was in a crop top, jenco looking jeans, an orange bandana around her forehead like a headband, loose wavy brownish blonde hair, two full arm sleeves and while I couldn’t actually smell her I knew she smelled like hemp.

I got closer and her eyes darted at me as if to warn me to stay away. So naturally out of spite I put my arms around Grady’s waist and gently hugged him from behind. I got close enough in range to smell her and confirm that yep she definitely smelled like hemp. I could even see her pierced nipples playing peekaboo through her very thin cropped tank. I then lovingly said to Grady “There you are baby, I’ve been looking all over for you.” The girl was not impressed and pretty much stopped listening immediately and just turned and left.

Grady turned and gave me a poisonous look. “You’re a fuck Wendy you know that?” “She smelled like hemp. You wouldn’t be able to keep a hard on you hate hemp.” “Yeah but did you see her rack? They were pierced! I’d overlook a lot of shit for pierced nipples.” He snapped. I rolled my eyes and laughed because he wasn’t at all lying. It’s like he had a checklist of women he had to sleep with and she was a new box to check.

With obvious reluctancy he walked around with me looking for Scott. We found him after making a few laps and stopping at a few vendors to make small talk and to buy some fun stuff for dinners and interesting trinkets for around the house.

My style wasn’t very girly so the boys let me decorate for the most part without objection. Occasionally I would slip in something with glitter or some shade of girl and the most I would usually get is an eye roll. I kept it at a minimum though. I didn’t want to give them ammunition to replace me for an actual bro friend.

It was around 1 o’clock when we were walking back home. It was 60-65 degrees and dammit…. it was beautiful. It was the warmest day we have had in a while. I loved the cold weather. It ignited my soul. I wasn’t a summer girl. I was someone who enjoyed all things cozy.

As we walked with our bags from the market, Grady whined to Scott about hemp girl and her perfectly pierced nipples and how I sabotaged his Saturday night. Scott laughed and high fived me and said “Dude she probably had crabs. Girls that smell like that… usually give some type of parting gift that requires medication.” Grady refused to admit he was right. “Crabs are temporary, the memory of pierced nipples last a lifetime - bro what side are you on?” Grady snapped. “The side that doesn’t want to have to bug bomb our condo after she leaves” Scott returned. Grady shook his head.

We kept walking and then Grady spat almost as if suddenly prompted “So I’m not allowed to sleep with girls that smell like hemp but Wendy is allowed to bang a lumberjack? You know his ass smells like hemp”. I blushed a little and laughed “He doesn’t smell like hemp. Leather? Yes. Hemp? No.” I was a little embarrassed to talk about it since I’m used to dating guys that were well… more attractive.

Did I really just blush?

“Im pulling a page from your playbook Grady.” I felt this date was set based on boredom versus genuine interest. “Not a long term guy but should make for an interesting Saturday night.” I said with some swagger.

Scott then teased “I saw that man bun - Did you guys discuss similar hair care product?” He said with a smirk. “Wait is this some Fabio type mother fucker? Are you for real?” Grady asked sharply. “What?! No! Not even a little!” I responded with a chuckle. Scott always being the voice of reason said “Well was he a nice guy? Or am I the only one without ‘hemp sex’ on my weekly bingo card?” “I don’t know, Grady - his nipples weren’t pierced but he had gauges… that’s kind of the same thing right?” I asked sarcastically. “Not even a little - girls with nipple piercings do the most wild and kinky shit without much convincing. Guys with gauges just wants to ride a fucking skateboard.” Grady snapped. You could almost hear his balls going blue in each word. Scott and I couldn’t help but laugh.