Romans & histoires Sodapop Curtis Quotes

Stephen kept his sharp, cold eyes trained on Curtis. The latter didn't cower in fear at all. Instead, he met Stephen's gaze impatiently. "Sir, what do you want from me? I'm just a regular worker here. You've wasted a minute of my working hours. I won't be able to clock out on time later thanks to you." It was then that Stephen averted his gaze. "I heard that you're quite close to Conan." "Oh, you must be talking about that idiot." Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean."

Seeing the board surrounded by the classmates I waited for them to clear a path but saw my name at the number one spot and cheered internally. Curtis’ presence didn't even faze me as he stood there with his finger on the third spot where his name was written. “Still in the top three,” he boasted to his male companions. “I'm impressed,” I muttered and he glanced at me with a cheesy grin. “If you are, you should come drinking with us to celebrate,” he said and I shook my head. “Nope, it will be a cold day in hell if I ever even considered doing that,” I asserted and went to the door to escape their wandering eyes. I could feel them on my body and it was gross.

Curtis chuckled, his laughter low and warm, filling the empty spaces in the room. “I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve seen you work magic with nothing more than salt and pepper.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the blush that crept up my cheeks. “Dalt and pepper is taking the praise too far, and I don’t know if it’s magic, but it helps. Keeps me focused.” For a moment, we stood in comfortable silence, the only sound being the gentle simmer of the oats and the clinking of my spoon against the pot. Curtis leaned on the counter, his gaze softening as he watched me.

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

Soon, the waiters began serving dishes and drinks one after another. Calvin got up to pour drinks and serve dishes for them. The two children had endless topics to chat about and got along exceptionally well. The adults didn't disturb them. Margot knew that Curtis couldn't eat much, so she made his dishes lighter. Tommy and Calvin didn't know that Curtis was ill, so they poured him beer. Little did they know that Curtis would reject them. "You two drink. Curtis has quit drinking." Tommy didn't know why this big CEO had to quit drinking. He smiled and said, "Can't you at least drink a small cup for a toast? Just one."

I deadpanned, following the guys to a booth in the back corner. The pizza came out hot and greasy, just the way we liked it. As we dug in, the conversation drifted away from football, injuries, and girls. Instead, we talked about everything else—who had bombed the last biology test, which teacher was probably going to get voted for worst teacher of the year (we all agreed it was Mr. Andrews, the history teacher), and whether or not Shawn was going to get a real girlfriend before the school year ends. We were halfway through the pizza when Curt, who had been scrolling through his phone between bites, suddenly laughed out loud.

I didn't use to leave the house much, so I didn't know many people. "I'm old, but not so old, girl," he said gently, in a voice with a southern accent. "I just didn't find Pepsi. In my humble opinion, it's a better soda than Coca-Cola, and yet you don't have it for sale.” "If you want, you can write down on that list of suggestions that you are always asking customers," said his friend, watching the conversation. "I go to this place every day, and I've never really found a Pepsi.”

Jacqueline giggled when she saw me crashed on the sofa. "Curtis Cuthbert, that man give a new meaning to the Energizer Bunny. You will need a day off after being fuck by that man." "Yeah? is he that rough?" Jacqueline always loves good gossip, and Cuthbert being the newest addition to the Sugar Daddy was making all the babies wondered about the man.

I’m sorry but you know how it goes. Me: Right. Well then, don’t let me keep you any longer. Curtis: We will spend some time together when I get back. Please don’t be mad. Me: I’m not mad. Curtis: Yes you are. Me: No, I’m not. Curtis: Alright, later.

she asked, her tone a mix of amusement and incredulity. Curtis shook his head, his eyes fixed on the wheelchair with an unbridled curiosity. "No," he said simply. Chocolate smirked, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Are you living under a rock or something?" she teased. Curtis shrugged, looking slightly offended. "I don't used to go outside," he said, his tone defensive. "I've always stayed back at home." Chocolate chuckled, her pride evident in her voice. "I don't go outside either, but at least I know a lot of things."