A few minutes after Jonah left, I called Necksnapper to report the recent incident. Honestly, I'm panicking just a little because I don't know if he'll kill me or if he'll let this slide but kill me if it escalates even more. Part of me asks myself why I even have to report to him. I could just keep this a secret. But, if he finds out then rather than now, I'll be ultra dead.
When Necksnapper picks up, I don't give him the chance to ask me what I want as I rush out, "He asked me on a date."
For a while, it's quiet. I almost thought Necksnapper had left his phone without hanging up until I heard his breathing become heavier. "No strings attached, you said." He finally pipes up and I internally wheeze.
I suck my teeth and pace around in my living room. "Fuck, I know, sir. I'll--I'll make some use out of it. I'll ask him about the plan."
Though still sounding dissatisfied, Necksnapper says, "Good. Like I said earlier today: don't let things escalate. Watch your feelings, Finley."
I nod even though I know Necksnapper can't see me (I hope). "Yes, sir."