by Dawn Martens
I’m not used to one of the Barbie bitches trying to be nice to me. Maybe this Alana chick is actually nice…huh. She has some backbone, too.
Chapter 2
Kristi
College. You’d think it would be the time of my life, but really, it’s just the beginning. Most of the people around here only come for the sexual experience and the parties. I came to learn, to become a person who doesn’t work at some dead-end job. Everyone here is all worried about who they’re dating, who they’ll fuck, and the next party they’ll be invited to. Not me. No how, no way. I have goals and a plan to achieve them.
If you ask me, those people will be the ones either married to someone wealthy, gold diggers I call them, or dropping out, barely making ends meet. I vowed to myself, after seeing friends fall into those categories that I would never be like them. Namely my best friend, Avalynn, or as I call her, Lynnie. She married her husband six years ago to help him out with his business: James Enterprises, some type of corporate thing. Of course, going into the marriage, she had no idea what she was in for. Lynnie was one-hundred-percent head over heels in love with Cameron. I tried to talk to her, begged her to run, get out of it the second she told me the real reason he wanted her. The dumbass that she was, held out hope he would eventually fall in love with her. Then about a week ago, she moved back home with her parents, the six years on the marriage term was up and she found out he was seeing his ex-girlfriend still.
About two years ago when she called me and told me her and Cameron were finally sleeping together, I told her to be careful, but she didn’t listen. I know she kept hoping for something more with him, but now she’s left heartbroken. Except for the tiny fact that Cameron is refusing the divorce, so it’s making me wonder if maybe I had it wrong the entire time, and he really does love her. I guess only time will really tell.
I come from a small town called, Airdrie. Well actually I’m from Rocky Mountain House, we moved to Airdrie when I was six months old, so I don’t even remember it, obviously. I’ve lived there with my father and my sister, who is still in high school. My father always had a rule, since he was such a hard-ass, no dating until college. My dad knew I refused to be like normal people. Watching their lives become soap operas. Especially in high school, where it seemed to be a competition. Who’s dating who, who’s cheating, and so on. That was never my scene.
I was never popular, the girl everyone wanted to be, or rather, the girl people were jealous of. I had two best friends, Trixie, who is now married, but going through a separation because her husband is being a dickhead, and Lynnie. It was us three against the world. To me, that was perfect.
I’ve changed over the years though. I ran into my mother when I was shopping with Lynnie and Trixie, when we were sixteen, I don’t know what it was, mommy issues maybe, but that was the day I got my first tattoo and started dying my hair. When I looked at my mom, she stared right through me, as if I wasn’t even there. Or maybe she simply didn’t give a shit. She never once called or sent a card, nothing, after she left our house that night, fourteen years ago. At twenty-five, you’d think I’d be over her leaving, but nope, her hurting my dad has stayed with me for years.
My phone rings, breaking me out of my thoughts on life. I look at the caller ID, Emma. Sighing, I pick it up. “Yeah?” She doesn’t call unless she wants something. Usually a favor. One I won’t want to do.
“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine,” she responds dryly. “So, look,” she continues before I can respond, “this good-looking guy at school, really wants to take me out, but Daddy won’t let me date, as you know, since I’m still in high school, so please can you just call Daddy and just say that I’m coming to visit you or something?” She continues rambling and I block her out.
I interrupt her when she starts detailing what the guy that wants to date her looks like. “Look, Emma, no, you’re in high school. Why won’t you just enjoy life? Boys in high school only want sex, you don’t need that shit.” We’ve had this argument about dates since she was a freshman. She knows the rules and how I feel about them. I don’t know why she keeps on asking me. “Plus, dad and I already talked, you’re supposed to come visit me in a few weeks anyways.”
She lets out a loud whine. “Kristi, come on! Just because you’re lame, doesn’t mean everyone else is. I really like him. You'd like him, too. Please! Plus, I’m eighteen Goddamn years old, I should be allowed to do what I want! And, wait, I’m supposed to be visiting you anyways? Oh, I completely forgot about that, so it can work, I’ll still come see you, but I really want to spend my week free with Seth, please!”
“The answer is no.” I hang up, not letting her respond. I don’t get what her issue is, seriously. She’ll be in college in just four months, she can wait. Or she can just continue doing what’s she doing now. Sneaking behind Dad’s back, saying she’s going out with friends or some shit, while instead, going out with a guy. She should be focusing on her grades.
She isn’t dragging me in on her schemes. I am of age but I still respect my father and his rules. I, for one, think Dad’s rules are great. Of course, for a while I didn’t think so, and rebelled, but once Mom left; I saw his rules for dating as one of the best things ever. He met Mom in middle school, and they were together ever since. Married right out of high school, kids right away, all of it. I look at my dad as a learning tool honestly, because I don’t want to fall into that statistic. I want to enjoy life, have a career, and be steady financially before I focus on a social life.
Emma
“She just hung up on me!” I say, looking at Seth. I’ve been secretly dating him for six months now, and I know he’s getting tired of the sneaking around. But he just doesn’t understand my dad’s rules. I understand why my dad has these stupid rules for dating, but I hate them. Not all teens are the same, and I hate that my dad thinks that we are.
He clicks his teeth. “She clearly needs to get laid. From what you’ve told me, she’s so damn frigid, her vagina will probably need a mower for a guy to find her hole,” he says, running his left hand through his messy brown hair.
I twitch my nose at his gross comment. “That's just disgusting. We just need to find her a boyfriend, so maybe she’ll loosen up,” I say, then start thinking. I pace the library’s computer lab. “Maybe instead of lying to Dad about visiting her, I really will. We can look around campus for asshole guys to date her. I’ll bring the cash I have stored in my savings from work, and the trust fund my great gram left me, in case it’s harder than we think.” I sit back down beside Seth.
His brows furrow as he gives me a quizzical look and he asks me, “You hate your sister or something?”
I shake my head. “No, I love her, but something happened to her, and I just want her happy. I want her to have the happy that Daddy should have had. Maybe at the same time, I can make that my mission too. Find someone for Dad. I think Ms. Brewer has a crush on him. That could work.” My dad hasn’t dated since Mom left. At first, I thought his rules were because of that, but honestly the dating rules have been the same since we were old enough to talk about boys.
Seth starts laughing at me. “You should quit while you're ahead. Plus, if you end up paying someone to date your sister, to make her happy, it could all backfire on you.”
“It could, but I just have to make sure that never happens. Whoever we get needs to be an asshole, because then she will break up with him, and can find someone better. We just need to get her in the dating game first,” I say, smiling widely.
“Great, I have an insane woman as a girlfriend,” Seth says, groaning.
I throw my cell phone at him, laughing. “Shut up. I’m awesome. And being awesome has its advantages.”
“Right, I’ll remind you of that when this shit blows up in your face. Remember that! I said when, not if.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Oh well, whatever happens, happens. But it will work, trust me.”
He shrugs. “If you say so.”
Chapter 3
> Bryce
I get a text from Alana letting me know she’s made it home and will start supper. I want to text back, or call her, asking her how class was. But I think better of it, because if I don’t finish doing up this custom order, it will never get done on time. I’m falling behind today. I haven't been able to focus.
I keep thinking about running into that girl on campus. I still feel guilty as fuck about how I felt too. Do I think Alana and I will go the distance? I honestly don't know. We’re still young, and from two completely different worlds.
I’ve never been the guy that thought long term, except when it comes to my shop. I think about the now when it comes to my relationships. As long as it goes well, it will keep going. I’m not ready to settle into the married life any time soon. I have my shop to think of and Alana has school to concentrate on. I manage to get my mind on track and remember what’s important right now. It sure as hell isn’t some rude ass, but extremely hot, chick I spoke to for all of three minutes.
Finishing up the custom order, I turn out the lights and lock up. Making my way out to my car, I hear a woman swearing.
“Fucking stupid piece of shit! I should have let Dad buy me that new car. But no, not me, I wanted to make something of myself. Fucking stupid,” she says, punching the hood of her car.
Wow. Someone is having a bad day. I’ve had a few of those myself.
“Uh, can I help you?” I ask, stepping closer. When her eyes meet mine, I still. It’s the same girl that knocked me on my ass this morning on campus. Fucking hell. My memory didn’t do her justice. She looks even better up close. I instantly smile.
“No, it’s fine, I just swear at it a few times, fool around with a few things under the hood, and it’s fine. Sorry for disturbing you, I have a bad temper,” she says, putting the hood of her car up, and clanging around under it.
“Suit yourself,” I tell her turning to leave, although I don’t want to. I can’t help but glance back at her ass in those jeans.
“Wait! Can you turn the key for me?” she shouts from under the hood.
“Sure,” I say, opening her car door, and turning the key. It starts up instantly. Shocked, I step away from the car. “Wow, never knew a woman that could fix her own car before.”
She just shrugs. “It’s either do it myself, or my dad will learn I’m like every other woman out there that can’t take care of themselves properly.”
I don’t have a comeback for that.
She gets in her car and nearly shuts my fingers up in the door.
She doesn’t say goodbye, or thanks for helping, when she drives off.
I stand there shaking my head and rubbing my chin.
Why do I feel such a strong pull to this chick?
She excites me.
Kristi
So, I probably just made a complete and total ass of myself. What with talking to my car and all. No sane person does that. When I looked up and saw it was the same guy from when we crashed into each other on campus, I lost a bit of my bitch.
Not sure why I did, but something about this guy has me curious. He intrigues me.
I probably shouldn’t have been so rude when I left. I didn’t even bother to look at him as I drove off. He just had me so damn flustered. I wasn’t expecting to see him so soon, or at all.
When I get home, I notice Emma standing outside my apartment.
“You’re here a day early,” I state.
She rolls her eyes. “Well hello to you, too. I missed you so much also,” she says sarcastically.
Emma might be a pain in my ass, but I love her more than anything. I open my front door, and tell her to go on in. “After you.” She walks in the place, with a bounce in her step. Her long brown hair, tied into a high ponytail, sways as she walks. She looks around, taking in my space. It’s a surprisingly big apartment for the cheap price I pay for it. I don’t like clutter so it’s pretty sparse. A black suede couch, coffee table, and end tables. Sugar Skulls posters hanging up. Big ass TV. And that’s about it. Then off to the left is the basic kitchen and dining area. Down the hall is my room and bathroom. Again, nothing special about the place.
“Meet any cute guys here?” she asks me, taking a seat on the couch, suppressing her grin.
It’s my turn to roll my eyes at her as I kick off my shoes. “No, you know I don’t care about that. I’m only twenty-five. I have no desire to settle down right now,” I tell her.
She sighs, hugging a throw pillow. “But, Kristi, you need to get out there, be normal. Nothing wrong with dating, mingling, sex, before you decide to settle down.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. Dating and sex, right now, all it is, is a brain cell waster. Seriously. I see it plenty around here. Some girl has sex with some jock, she’s dumped the next day, and she’s suddenly stupid, and failing class. Nope, not for me.”
Emma groans in frustration. “Seriously? How are we related to each other? I think you are the only person that thinks that way. Not all girls are like that.”
“And I won’t be. So enough about that,” I say, going through the take-out drawer. “I’m ordering pizza, you want anything special or just the usual?”
“Pepperoni and extra cheese?” she asks excitedly.
I scoff at that. “Of course. And a side order stuffed crazy bread,” I say grinning, waving the menu in the air.
“Okay, no more talkie, go order,” she demands. Emma excuses herself to the bathroom and I get my phone from my bag.
I place the order and sit on the couch, flipping through TV channels, waiting for the pizza guy to show up. Emma comes back to the living room and I ask, “When will you be moving here?”
“Seth is moving up this weekend actually. Wants to get a job and settled, so he’s not rushing everything later. Daddy really wants me to stay home for a month longer at least. I think he’s worried about being lonely, with us all out of the house,” she says sadly.
“Yeah, Mom left, then me, next is you. We’ll have to make sure to call and visit him often. He’s only an hourish away, I don’t see why once a month, or so, we can’t go visit him,” I tell her. I do worry about him being lonely. He’s always had us girls to fret over.
“Hey, have you talked to Ava lately?” Emma asks settling on my couch.
“Yeah, she was visiting last weekend actually. She’s a damn mess,” I tell her.
“Dad was saying that he’d happily team up with Jeff to hurt Cameron if he wants the help,” Emma says, smirking.
I shake my head. And then realize something. “Wait a minute here. Who is Seth?”
Emma’s face turns pink and she smiles. “He’s my boyfriend, we’ve actually been together six months now.”
I shove her shoulder. “What the hell, Emma, you called me not long ago saying some guy wanted a date, yet you were already dating?” I’m so confused.
“I mostly just wanted to see how you would react, and yeah, wanted a weekend with my man.” She winks.
I shake my head. I’ve warned her about getting involved. “Does Dad know?” I’d be shocked if he did.
“Yes and no. He thinks we’re just friends, nothing more. But he also knows the day I graduate that we will be a couple. Well, we’re already a couple, but then there will be no sneaking around, of course.”
“For God’s sake. Just use protection,” I mutter. The last thing she needs to do is get knocked up by the first guy she sleeps with.
“We haven’t done it yet. Seth said he doesn’t want to do that with me until we’re able to no longer sneak around. He said our first time together isn’t going to be in the back of a car.” She grins and I roll my eyes. Gag.
Thankfully, there is a knock at the door. Saved by the pizza from sweet romance talk.
Chapter 4
Bryce
I open the door to our house and see Alana fluttering around the kitchen, preparing supper. “Smells good, babe.” I bought this house years ago when I first moved here, but when I ended up going to Edmonton, after meeting Alana, I p
ut the place up for rent. Only evicting the tenants, who kept the place in perfect order, when we decided to move to Calgary.
She turns around, smiling brightly at me. “Homemade lasagna, with garlic bread. Minus the cottage cheese, because I know how much you hate that it,” she tells me.
I smile at her, pulling her close, kissing her nose. “You’re amazing, babe.”
“I try.” She winks at me and goes back to the stove. “It will be ready in about twenty minutes, so you go ahead and shower. By the time you are done, it will be on the table,” she tells me.
I kiss her forehead and move to the bathroom and into the shower. My entire shower, I keep flashing back to that girl from earlier with the colorful hair and personality to match. As I am drying off, all I can think about is the way her jeans showed off her ass. My cock is hard and in need of release. Trying to shake my head of her image, I think of bike parts, but instantly I flash back to her perky chest. I go over to the door and poke my head out. Hearing Alana still flitting about in the kitchen. I try to picture her in my mind as I grip my length in my hand. With one hand on the counter and the other stroking my hard cock, I begin to pleasure myself. Alana’s head morphs into that chick’s and I get harder, pumping faster.
I imagine bending her over the counter of my shop and sliding into her. I continue stroking myself, and in my head, I’m telling her what a filthy mouth she has and just what I want to do to it.
When I finish, I feel guilty for fantasizing about the girl from earlier, for masturbating to her image. Fuck! I scrub my hands over my face, hoping when I go down to supper, my guilt won’t be written all over me. My face feels hot as I pull on a pair of shorts and grab a clean shirt.
“How was school today?” I ask her.
“Good, I think I made a new friend. She thought I was a stuck-up bitch though, and tried putting me in my place,” Alana says, sounding put out.