I’M IN THE BATHROOM, SITTING on a closed toilet lid with my cell phone pressed to my ear. “Come on, come on, pick up the phone, Tea-Tea...”
“Hello, sweetie cakes, what’s up?”I want to scream when I hear her say that. “What the fuck is wrong with all you people?” I say in a whisper-growl.“Well, that’s an interesting way to start a phone call,” Teagan says, a smile in her voice.“Since when did you start calling me sweetie cakes?” “Since today, I guess. You got a problem with it?”“No. But I do have a problem with everyone doing shit that I don’t expect, okay? So if you could just go back to being the old scowly grumpy Teagan for right now, that would be first-class. Seriously.”“Wow, who shit in your Wheaties?”“Good. That’s better. Mick shit in my Wheaties if you must know.” “Mick? Mick as in Rebel’s Mick?”“Yes. His little brother. The ass-kissing, hot sexy, liar, jerk face, … guy in my house right now, sitting down to eat dinner with my whole frigging family.That guy.”My mother’s voice comes in faintly through the wood of the bathroom door. “Quuuiiinlaaaan … diiiiinnnerrr!”“Fuck me sideways, it’s dinner time.” I rest my elbow on the counter and put my forehead in my hand. My head has suddenly become too heavy to be carried by my neck alone.“So, go have dinner,” Teagan says.“Stop acting all casual like that!” I yell, jerking my head off my hand so I can flap my fingers all over the place. “I can’t just go have dinner!”“Uh … am I missing something?”I bang my phone on my forehead a few times to get a grip on my temper. “Yes. I forgot to tell you about my shitcake of a day.” “Okay, tell me.”“You left Mick here and Jersey glommed onto him like stink on poo, and then Mick ended up following us to the doctor’s office where he heard all kinds of awful shit about Jersey doing shit he shouldn’t be doing and now he’s here for dinner too!”“Wow, you move fast. When’s the wedding?”“It wasn’t me! It was Jersey! And Mick! They’re in some sort of evil plan together to make me insane.” I huff out some air to push my hair off my forehead. “You won’t frigging believe what those two have been doing.”“Maybe he’s just trying to get laid. By you, I mean, not Jersey.”“You know what? That would be fine, because in all honesty, I do find him more hot than is probably legal. But this is not the way to do it. You do not get into my pants through mesmerizing my brother. That’s just wrong.” I’m sad, because as self-righteous as I sound, I’m pretty sure that’s not Mick’s goal. He seems more interested in just goofing around with Jersey than even talking to me.“That sounded really wrong.”“Yeah, well, whatever. Jersey licked cat poo. Did I tell you that?”When Teagan stops laughing she responds. “What cat poo has to do with Mick getting into your pants, I’m not even sure I want to know.”“It’s a long story. It’s not connected. Anyway, I have to go to dinner.” “And Mick is there?”“Yes. He’s here. And I want to know all about your lawyer appointment but not now. I have to go murder my whole family first.”“Don’t murder them. Just pity them. And say hi to Mick for me. Does he need a ride home?”“Yes! Come get him now. I’ll box up his dinner.”“I’ll see you in an hour. Have fun,” she says, way too cheerily. “Payback can be a real bitch,” I growl.“I look forward to it.” She disconnects the call and leaves me alone on the toilet.“Quin, it’s time for dinner,” my younger sister says through the door. “Mom says come or you’re on dishes.”I leap up and throw open the door, reaching for the little turd so I can torture her until she cries uncle.She’s too fast for me, though, and she runs down the hall ahead of me, sounding like a herd of screaming elephants. “I’ll get you later, Shasta!” You’d never know she’s sixteen by the way she’s acting right now. Some things never change.I take a deep breath in and let it out, focusing all my energy on connecting with the calm, rational part of my brain. It’s been hiding for the last couple hours, but with enough effort, I know I can make it through this meal in one piece and without committing assault or battery against any of my loved ones.Putting my now frizzy hair up into an elastic, I follow my sister down the hall and into the dining room.I ARRIVE AT THE TABLE and find Mick sitting next to the only empty seat, the one I usually take. Acting like it’s no big deal at all, I sit down and put my napkin in my lap. I can feel the heat coming from his body near my arm and leg. Shasta and my other sister, Olympia, are busy whispering and giggling, glancing up at him every couple second. Idiots.My father hands me a big bowl of rice. “So, smiley face, tell us about the doctor’s appointment.”I keep my attention on the rice. Trying not to spill any of the grains helps me stay calm. “Well, let’s just say it was interesting and leave it at that.”“No, let’s just have the details,” my dad says, handing me the next dish with a stack of tortillas on it.“I talked to Doctor Harper Harper Harper and answered all his questions,” Jersey says. “He was nice. He’s always nice. I don’t want a rash. Clowns suck.”I hand Mick the rice and his fingers brush up against mine. My heart does a flip as I try to pretend like I don’t notice how warm t
She jiggles my foot some more. “I wouldn’t count on that.” She stands, but now she’s got my attention, so I sit up quickly.“What’d he say? Did he say something?” I bite my lip, wishing I didn’t sound so eager.“He said lots of things, but you’ve been too busy having a pity party to hear them. Come on down for dessert.”I flip over onto my side, hating that she’s right. “No. I’m too tired.Teagan’s coming to get Mick any minute. Tell him I said goodbye.” “You sure?” she says at the door.“Yes,” I say, not sure at all. I’m probably making a big mistake by being so rude, but my heart won’t let me leave my room. I’ve gotten my hopes up with guys before, but any of them that got close enough to be near my family never stuck around much longer after that. I’ve pretty much come to terms with the fact that I’ll never have a serious relationship with a guy until I’m grown and gone from this place. Thoughts of rooming with Teagan float through my mind again.I’m still fantasizing about what co
I HEAR THE BUBBLY BEETLE engine outside as I’m brushing on another coat of mascara. Maybe I’ve gone too far, but what the hell. Might as well give Mick a really nice view of what he’ll be missing. I’ve already decided this is not going to work, whatever this is. Even if he was flirting with me and meaning it today, it won’t matter in the long run. I’m a party girl and that’s all I plan on being until I’m old enough that I have to stop wearing underwire bras and thong underwear.Teagan joins me in the bathroom and whistles as she takes in my reflection. “Damn, girl.” She looks down at her black dress. “I feel like a lumberjack now compared to you.”“Shut up. This dress is old.”“That dress should be illegal.” She stands next to me and leans forward so her face is just a few inches from the mirror. “Can you see my zit?” Turning left and right, her eyes never leave the spot below her bottom lip.“Yep. It’s like Saturn orbiting your chin.”Her head whips in my direction. “Seriously? You c
ON THE WAY TO THE club in Teagan’s car, I finally get around to asking her about her life. It should have been the first thing I talked about when she walked in my door thirty minutes ago, but I was too wrapped up in worries about what Mick would think about my outfit to think straight. I’m going to blame him for my messed up priorities.“So, what happened at the lawyer’s office?” I ask.“Oh, shit! I forgot to tell you!” She whacks me on the arm. “They loved your stuff! Said it was awesome.”“Really?” I warm with the compliment. “Seriously?” “Yes. They wanted to know what firm you worked for.” “No shit.” My jaw won’t close.“No shit, I swear.”“Man, that is so cool,” I say, picturing myself with a trophy or a medal. “I’m the stuff. The shizzle stick. I should be on Oprah. Except she doesn’t have a show anymore, that wench.”“Yes, you are, and you should. When I told them you didn’t work for a firm yet, they said when you do work for one to let them know. Also they said if you want som
AS WE GET TO THE dance floor, the beat changes and turns into something almost dangerous. If there are vampires here tonight, this is the song they’ll dance to, and since I’m a Mick St. John fan from way back, I consider this a good thing. I scan the crowd for men with pale faces as my body easily downshifts into the new rhythm. Teagan and I make our way to the center of the floor where we find a small pocket of space to get our groove on.Within seconds we’re approached by a couple of guys who dance in our personal space wearing jeans that show way too much testicle. I don’t even bother with the eyebrows. I turn sideways and ignore the one closest to me completely. A few seconds later he’s moved on to his next conquest. I say a prayer that the poor girl’s beer goggles aren’t on and totally fogged up.Teagan’s doing the same avoidance thing, but her wannabe date isn’t taking the hint so well. She sends up a silent SOS in the form of crossed eyes at me, so I put my arms over her should
“That’s your name, though. Your mom told me so.” He grins like he’s the king of the world. Like none of this is affecting him and I’m just some plaything he’s enjoying batting around.“Hey buddy, why don’t you go find another girl?” says Mark. “This one’s taken.”I frown, not sure how I feel about being in the middle of a cock fight. I do want Mick to go away, but only so I can get my stomach and brain back online.“I don’t think so,” says Mick, his shoulders going back a little.He’s fighting for me? What? What does that mean?!“Well, I do,” says Mark, drawing up to his full height. He’s got about four inches on Mick, at least.“Hey!” I yell, deciding then and there that I don’t appreciate being treated like a piece of meat. “Why don’t both of you back the hell off?” I turn and leave the dance floor, headed to the front door. I need to get some fresh air before I do something stupid.I finally get through the throngs of people hanging out in groups between the dance floor and the ent
TEAGAN’S CRYING SILENTLY AS SHE drives down the street like a bat out of hell.“Where are we going?” I ask, not wanting to push her but also not real crazy about the direction we’re going.“Away,” she says, her voice wavering as she works to hold in a sob. “Away tooooooo … crack-whores-ville?”“Yes.” She shifts to a higher gear and presses the accelerator harder. “Okaaaay.” I pause as I consider my next words. I’m not sure that this isthe best time to engage her in a conversation about what Olga said or did. “How about you pull into that Denny’s over there and we talk in the parking lot?”“I hate Denny’s. I’m not going there.”“You don’t have to eat. Just pull in.” I reach over and nudge the steering wheel.She huffs out an annoyed breath, but downshifts and swings the car into the lot. I have to brace myself against the door and dashboard to keep from being unseated.“Wow. Been practicing stunt driving long?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood.“Shut up,” she says, rolling towards a
WE PULL INTO THE PARKING lot of Rebel Wheels as the door to the main office flies open. A girl with long black hair comes storming out, and Teagan barely misses running her over.She screams in surprise and then glares at us through the windshield. “Watch where you’re going, you crazy bitch!” she screams.Teagan yanks her emergency brake up in one quick pull and throws open the door. “I know you didn’t just call me a crazy bitch.”The girl with the hair is no dummy. Even I’m scared at Teagan’s tone. She takes one look at my BFF’s angry expression and hightails it over to her white BMW. She’s in with the doors locked before Teagan even makes it around her Beetle.“That’s right!” Teagan yells at the back of the car as it roars past us. “You better run!”I look at Teagan and start laughing. Her hair is all over the place and one of her boobs is almost out of her dress.“What are you laughing at?” she says.“I’m not sure, but I think I’m looking at a very angry hooker.” I point to her che