Talon and Victor like to fuck with the mob. Small time stuff, like beatin’ up their drug dealers and vandalizin’ their property. But their names got picked up by the mob and the mob ain’t happy. I figure that’s why both Victor and Talon got sent to Iraq so quickly. I don’t think they’ve been out of basic trainin’ for all that long.
“So Ashley Southerland is a lot more complicated than she looks,” I state, scrubbing my own hand down my face. Their goes my dream of fuckin’ her against that sexy ass car of hers.
“You think about talkin’ to her or gettin’ in her life, you keep the shit you know to yourself. She don’t know what Victor and Talon are up to or why they joined the army. Victor, even with all his other faults, he loves that girl and he kept a lot of shit hidden to protect her.” Pop moves away from the wall and stretches out his arms. “Let’s hit the kitchen. I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”
I watch him walk away from me and I move away from the car to follow. My body may be with Pop but my mind is with Ashley. I knew she was hot and I wanted to fuck her but now I wanna know her. I want to find all the things inside of her that make her tick. I want to know why Victor wouldn’t tell her the things he hasn’t. Those are some pretty big fuckin’ secrets to have.
I ain’t gonna tell her though. It’s not my business to fix her relationship with her old man. No, it’s my business to take over where he left off. If I have a chance at Ashley, I’m gonna take it. No second thoughts or second guessin’ myself. I want her in my bed and in my life.
I just have to get her on board.
Three
Ashley
For the next few days, whenever I saw Damien in the hallways, he would glare at me. For some reason he’s blaming me for the fact he stole my car and got into trouble with his dad. If he had looked real close he could have seen me in the back of the car. I mean who steals a car and doesn’t check to make sure it’s empty. I was parked in a movie theater parking lot. I could have been making out with somebody in the back. But I guess Damien doesn’t know how to use his common sense.
I did seem to make a friend and I didn’t even realize it. Her name is Lola Montez. She is this quiet Latina girl in my art class. I wasn’t real sure why she started talking to me¸ but I quickly figured it out.
Lola has a huge crush on Ryan Daniels, Damien’s younger brother. Apparently I’m the focus of a lot of talk in the Daniels social circle. They had never heard of a girl coming between Blade and Damien. But Damien didn’t know how I knew Blade or that he was a father figure in my life a long time ago.
I guess Lola thinks hanging out with me will make Ryan notice her. What she doesn’t realize is, Ryan already knows she exists. I see him staring at her whenever she isn’t staring at him. His problem? No idea. He’s hot; she’s hot and hot for him. It’s the same as one plus one equals two.
Today it’s been three days since the car incident and today is when Damien’s anger came to a head.
So I’m just standing there in the hallway at my locker, minding my own damn business. The guy at the locker next to me was checking out my butt but that couldn’t have been what pissed Damien off. I was literally about to smack the guy when Damien strode up. “I heard somethin’ interestin’ about you.”
I gave him an annoyed look and slammed my locker door shut. “I’m sure you’ve heard lots of interesting things about me. About five percent is true.”
I go to walk around him but he stands in my way. His eyes flash at me with menace. “Well I’m pretty sure what I heard was true.” He leans in closer to whisper in my ear. Something I’m coming to understand he does to get a rise out of me. “Your boyfriend seems to like his male best friend more than he does you. I mean he even followed him off to war. Seems a little silly to me.”
I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to hear the words. It’s one of those insecure thoughts I’ve had myself. If Victor loved me so much, why did he leave me here to go off with Talon? He has money; he could go on adventures with me. “Shut the fuck up,” I snarl back at Damien opening my eyes to get a good glare in.
Damien smirks and puts his hands on my shoulders. “It’s okay Glossy. It’s not your fault he doesn’t love you. Oh wait, it is. Who could love a crazy bitch like you?”
There is one thing I hate more in life than my dead stepfather, and that’s being called a bitch. I don’t even think before I throw my fist right into Damien’s eye. He stumbles back and stares at me with a wide-open mouth. “You’re fuckin’ lucky I don’t hit girls, bitch,” he spits out around his shock.