Chapter 4 The Root

"Lola, are you done?" Collin looked at me with disgust. But I was in a great mood. The longer I stalled, the more time his precious lady could kiss that athlete. Hopefully, they'd get so carried away that she'd end up pregnant. Then, that pathetic simp Collin would have no choice but to play the doting father. The thought amused me so much that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "You're nuts," Collin muttered before getting ready to drive away. Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the gym. It was Queenie. She was strutting under the blazing sun in a black spaghetti-strap dress. She did look good—her figure was all curves and long legs, with a tiny waist to match. In a soft, delicate voice, she asked. "Cole, Lola, why are you two here together?" Queenie's face was filled with sorrow. Her eyes were brimming with anguish as she peered at Collin. It was as if we had done something behind her back. "Queenie, don't misunderstand! You know you're the only