Chapter 3: Harsh Truths - Lala & Spin

~LALA~

After breakfast at Meme’s, I go straight home. My foster parents are not even back yet, so I use the key to get in and have the place to myself. I got started on the homework I'd neglected all weekend and I finished it within a few hours. When Maxine and Kevin finally show up, they convince me to accompany them to the mall. I walk between them with my arm looped through Maxine’s, trying to avoid anyone I know.

I’ve been successful so far, and even when we head to the restroom I still haven’t seen a soul I know. However, I’m in the stall tinkling when I hear some girls talking about how a snobby rich football player named Travis Baker from my school had gotten a girl at their school pregnant, and his parents paid for the girl to have an abortion so his girlfriend wouldn’t find out! What?! Well, guess what bitches? I’m the girlfriend and I just found out in the worst way.

I’ve hidden the relationship from Maxine and Kevin, so I act normal when I come out of the stall. I’m pretty sure the girls also have no idea I’m the girlfriend because they carry on talking with me standing there. I wash and dry my hands before texting Meme what I just heard in the bathroom! Her response isn’t one of surprise, but then again, she’s been telling me for weeks now to get rid of Travis.

Instead, she takes a more lucrative approach and texts me ***so u gonna ride the biker king like ur at the rodeo?***

***No!***

***for me? Let me live vicariously thru u plz***

***gross Meme***

***whatever! But let him take ur ass to school tomorrow and put Travis in his place. Then, when he gets bored waiting for u to give it up, u move on from it***

***don't think I’m getting out of him taking me to school anyway***

***lol! Probably not***

We go to a few more stores before heading home, and as I’m getting ready for bed my text alert goes off. It's not Travis… But Spin!

***How was ur day Loyalty?***

***I don’t want to talk about it and if u don’t stop calling me that I’m gonna stop responding***

***My baby girl had a bad day? Whose ass do I have to kick?***

I don’t know why this makes me laugh, but I smile as I type out ***don't worry about it, I leave for school at seven***

***I’ll be there***

I spent the rest of the evening reading, and fell asleep with my face in my book!

~SPIN~

Despite it being late Autumn, the crew is out back grilling or hanging around the fire pit. I spent the day observing how the men of my crew treat their old ladies, the crew I inherited from my piece of shit excuse of a father. Most of the men respect me even though I’m younger, because I’m just as cruel as my dad was, if not more. In fact, some believe I’m a little too trigger-happy… But when you grow up a biker, you have that 'protect what’s mine' mentality ingrained in you at birth!

The men here who are tied up have a dominant sense of control over the woman they are tied to, which makes sense since their pledge is to provide for and protect. And our women who are tied up, they’re spoiled but at the same time take care of us… And not just their men, all of us!

I’m sitting down on a cut log that we use as a makeshift bench by the fire pit, when Brenda, who belongs to my second in command, sits next to me and leans into my arm. She’s fairly young, with a significant age gap between her and Dan. “What’s eating you Spin”?

I lifted a brow at her, “what makes you think something is wrong”?

“Really?”, she says, raising her brow back and bumping me with her shoulder. “How long have I been running with you? Do you think I wouldn’t notice a shift in my king? I’m insulted”!

I chuckle and say, “it’s nothing really”.

“I beg to differ! And I’m willing to wager it has something to do with a certain girl dotting pink hair that you snuck up in here like this isn’t your house”, she says. “That's all the ladies are talking about! So have you found our queen”?

I shook my head no at her, “it’s complicated”!

“When are relationships not complicated?”, she says.

“This is a little more so! I dunno what it is about her, I want her”, I admit.

“And she doesn’t want you back?”, she asks.

“Nope”, I told her! “And she’s got a tool for a boyfriend that her girlfriend can’t stand! Apparently, she doesn’t believe anyone. Oh, and then there is the age difference thing”!

“Spin shhh just stop”, Brenda says. “First of all, none of you guys are what a woman would consider relationship material. And like with D and I, I wasn’t into a man a decade older than me, but he wouldn’t give up and here I am. So, I feel you Spin”.

“She’s supposed to rule with me, but she’s not even legal”, I tell her.

“How old is she?”, she asks.

“Turning eighteen sometime next month”, I said.

“Well, that’s only four years younger than me, and the ladies respect me, so why not her if that’s who you choose?”, she says, like it’s no big deal. “You know us ladies are very welcoming, we take in everybody. Plus, seven years ain’t that big of a deal”!

“So what are you saying?” I asked.

“I’m saying you keep trying, and if need be, you bring me along to help you out”, she winks at me. “At first I couldn’t stand D, but now I dunno what I’d do without him”!

I take in everything Brenda has said and head back inside to text her…

***How was your day Loyalty?***

***I don’t want to talk about it and if u don’t stop calling me that I’m gonna stop responding*** Well, she is certainly in a mood. She get her period or something?!

***My baby girl had a bad day? Whose ass do I have to kick?***

***don't worry about it, I leave for school at seven*** So does that mean she wants me to give her a ride?!

***I’ll be there***

Again, she doesn’t respond back, so I set my alarm and lay there in bed until I passed out.