Havoc

by Alexis Noelle

  “Ah, that means my life’s goal is met,” she says, her sarcastic tone always present.

  “Get your stuff, I’m taking you out.” I let go of her.

  “Is that where I’m supposed to salute you and say ‘yes sir’?” She clicks her heels together and mocks a soldier’s stance.

  “This is where you’re supposed to get your stuff before we don’t make it out the damn door.” I narrow my eyes at her and she laughs.

  After a couple minutes, she comes out of her bedroom. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  She looks confused, until I nod to the chair where her property jacket is hung. Her eyes roll as she tries to hide the smile on her face. “Ready. Do I get to know where we are going?”

  “Nope.” I take her hand leading her outside to my bike. Having her on my bike, wearing my patch, is what I wanted since the minute I had a taste of her. The boys always joke how the women had them by the balls the minute they met and I never got it.

  Now I do.

  We ride up to one of the parks that overlooks the drive-in theater. She climbs off and I walk her to the top of the hill where you can still see the screen.

  “Too cheap to buy a ticket?” She cocks an eyebrow at me. Damn this girl is always on.

  I nod over to our left where there is a blanket and food set out. Megan helped me out with the food because Christ knows I can barely make a damn sandwich. One of the prospects brought all of my stuff up for me and set it up while I went to get her.

  She looks back at me. “Aw, it’s like a super cheesy chick flick.”

  “Shit, you ever gonna give me a break?”

  “Probably not.” She laughs and then walks over to the blanket. “You do all this yourself?”

  I nod. “I do good?”

  “Yea, everything looks great. I have to say I’m impressed that Megan didn’t spill the beans when I was talking to her earlier.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She raises an eyebrow at me. “I mean these chicken things are her thing, she’s made them for every party we’ve ever had.”

  Busted.

  “Fine, I didn’t touch the food but you should be grateful for that.” I pull her over so that she’s sitting between my legs. “That’s better.”

  “For who? Now I can’t reach the food.” We laugh and I tug the blanket bringing everything within arm’s reach for us.

  “Don’t pretend like you aren’t impressed,” I whisper in her ear enjoying the way the goose bumps break out over her skin.

  “Don’t pretend like you don’t love all the shit I give you.”

  I pull her tight to me. “Does it feel like I’m trying to hide anything when it comes to you?” I’m hard just having her this close to me and I know she can feel it.

  “No, it certainly doesn’t.” She turns so she’s on her knees facing me. “You trying to get me arrested for public indecency?”

  “I’m not trying to do anything. In fact, if you want to take the lead, you can be my guest.”

  “Nah, I think I’ll just watch the movie.” She laughs sitting back down between my legs.

  I groan. “You’re enough to drive a man crazy, you know that?”

  “Why do you think I tried to warn you? I told you, you couldn’t handle me.”

  I make a quick move, flipping her onto her back and hover over her. “Now we both know that shit isn’t true.”

  Her tongue darts out licking her lips. “Prove it.”

  Challenge accepted.

  Chapter Ten

  Chrissy

  “Not really sure how to feel about it

  Something in the way you move

  Makes me feel like I can't live without you

  It takes me all the way

  I want you to stay” - Rihanna

  I wake up when I hear the faint sound of my phone ringing. Walking into the living room I see that it’s my mom. “Ugh, it’s too early for you.” I hit the decline button. Grabbing a hair tie I jump when the sound of my phone ringing fills the quiet room again. “Jesus.” I grab the phone knowing that this harassment won’t stop till I answer. “Hello, mother.”

  “Christina, did you decline my call?” Her shrill voice sounds from the other end.

  “No, it was a total accident. What’s up?” I press the speaker button so I can throw my hair up as she is rattling on.

  “I need to know who you are bringing to your cousin’s wedding. It’s very rude to not respond fully, or at all in your case.”

  “Well, I didn’t respond because I don’t want to go.”

  “You are in the wedding!” Her outrage is almost laughable.

  “Please, she only picked me because you made a case for your pitiful spinster daughter. If I wasn’t there the only reason people would notice is because they couldn’t talk about me.” Sad, but completely true with my family.

  “That is enough. I will not listen to this anymore. Now do you have a date or shall I arrange for one?”

  Neither of those options are good for me. I can’t have her setting me up for two reasons; I’m with Rock, and I would probably end up punching the douchebag in the face by the end of the night.

  “She’ll have a date.” I hear from behind me. Shit! I totally forgot he was here. I turn to him wide eyed and see that he’s already wearing his pissed off face.

  “Excuse me? Is someone there with you, Christina?”

  “Yea, mom, I’ll see you on Saturday.” I quickly hang up the phone and turn back to Rock.

  “Got something to tell me?” His arms cross and my eyes can’t help but get mesmerized by the way his biceps flex. “Eyes up here,” he says with a laugh.

  “I have to go to a wedding. I don’t even want to go. I don’t want a date. This is not up for discussion.” I walk to the kitchen to start the coffeepot but he catches my hip.

  “We are going to a wedding. You will have a date. This is not up for discussion. I need to go to the club. I’ll see you later.” He plants a kiss on my lips and is out the door before I can say anything else.

  Goddamit.

  My phone rings again and I throw it across the room knowing that it’s once again my mother. I have to go get that damn dress today and I don’t need any more aggravation. My cousin, Charlotte, is the kind of bitch who makes her bridesmaids look ass ugly just so no one looks better than her. She’s also giving us all the fat face updo where your hair is pulled so tight into a bun at the back of your head that in all these pictures most of us will probably look bald.

  A knock sounds at my door. “Sorry, did you forget something you chauvinistic pigheaded ape mother—” I open the door to see Megan standing there.

  “I’m guessing you thought I was Rock?”

  “I think pregnancy is making you smarter.” I walk into my room and grab my purse and the phone I threw across the room.

  “What’s up?”

  “Short version. My mom called, bugged me about the wedding. Rock heard, he’s coming. She’s losing her mind, and I’m ready to crawl under the covers and never come out.” I head for the door as I try to ignore her laughing in the background.

  “Hate to say it but I told you so,” she says in almost a singsong voice.

  “The bitch is raging hard today so watch it preggers.” Her hands go up in surrender as she tries to hold in more laughter.

  We drive to the bridal store so that I can try on the dress from hell after they altered it. My mother is lucky she paid for this crap because I would have backed out as soon as I saw it and the price tag.

  “Have fun!” Megan calls as she sits down in one of the chairs.

  The saleswoman is helping me put this thing on. Once I turn and look in the mirror both of our faces drop. My mom had sent me a picture of the dress and had given the shop my measurements. This is worse than I could have imagined. It’s Pepto-Bismol pink, with big tulle sleeves. The tulle then wraps around the bodice until it gets to the waist and basically pukes everywhere.

  “Come out!” I hear M
egan call.

  “Not a chance in hell.”

  “Seriously? You have to wear this in front of a couple hundred people Sunday.” She is almost whining and I know I’ll eventually show her. I open the dressing room door and have to basically kick the thing just to walk.

  Megan’s face drops as I walk out and stand on the little podium. “It’s super cute.”

  “Fuck you. I look like the human incarnation of a unicorn shitting glitter.”

  She bursts out laughing and it has to be a good minute before she stops.

  “I cannot believe I seriously have to wear this shit. Charlotte is an evil bitch.” The saleswoman’s eyes widen as she looks at me. “Oh, please don’t pretend like you think this is cute. Just FYI, you may want to tell the buyer for this store that the 80s are dead and gone.” I go back into the dressing room half considering ripping the damn thing so I have an excuse to not wear it and stay home.

  Leaving the shop my phone rings and I look down to see my mother has called for the tenth time since she heard Rock’s voice this morning. “Yes,” I say the irritation obvious in my voice.

  “Christina Evanson, you have been ignoring my calls all morning. Now I want to know why and I want to know who that man is that said he would be your date.” Her demanding entitled bitchy tone sends me over the edge and I can’t stop my mouth.

  “I ignore your calls all the time mother and that was my biker boyfriend. I’m turning my phone off. See you on Saturday.” We get in my car and Megan is looking at me shocked. “I know. I need a goddamn drink.” I look at her then her stomach. “You suck as a best friend.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Chrissy

  “What if I told you sometimes I lose my faith?

  I wonder why someone like you would even talk to me

  What if I told you there's no fixing me

  Cause everybody's already tried” - Darius Rucker

  My phone rings and I grab it clearing my throat ready to give the best performance of my life. “Hello.”

  “Be there in ten, babe.” Rock’s voice sounds.

  “I can’t go. I think I’m coming down with something.” I cough a few times to really hammer the point home.

  “Get your ass up and get your shit ready.” He laughs and then hangs up.

  It was worth a try. I walk downstairs with my suitcase and dress bag almost like I’m walking to a funeral.

  Rock pulls up in his truck because there is no way we could take the bike. He gets out taking my bags and giving me a kiss. “Where’s your jacket?”

  “Oh no, there is no way I can wear that there. We are heading straight to the country club.” I think for a minute considering how far crazy I want to drive my mother and decide against it. “I can’t bring that this weekend. Trust me when I say you will be enough of a surprise.”

  He looks like he’s about to fight me on it but he doesn’t and just walks me to my door. Once were on the road he turns the music down. “What’s the deal with your family? I have never seen you let anyone get to you.”

  “Yea well, they’re professionals at that. I really just want to turn around and pretend like this weekend doesn’t exist.” I groan and slide down in the seat.

  “Maybe it will be fun. The hotel looks nice and you and I have never gone anywhere.” He lays his hand on my thigh.

  “Fun and my family don’t mix. We are doing bare minimum as far as this circus is concerned.” I shake my head knowing he’ll get it once we’re there.

  “Whatever you say, babe.”

  “Now you’re learning.” I laugh and lean over closer to him.

  The hotel is about an hour outside of town. After we check in we have to head to the country club for the rehearsal dinner. The wedding is tomorrow and then after that I’m free. I’m a bridesmaid, unfortunately, so I have to be way more involved than I would have liked to be.

  As we pull up to the country club old memories of forced parties and dinners come rushing back. Poofy dresses, uncomfortable hairdos, and stuck up pricks are all that I have ever had here. I see Carl, the groomsman I’m paired with, standing outside as we walk toward the door.

  “Christina? I haven’t seen you in years.” His slimy eyes trail over my body. Does he not see the tree trunk of a man standing beside me?

  “Hi, Carl. This is…” I pause for a minute realizing I can’t introduce him as Rock.

  “Mike, her boyfriend.” Rock says, his voice hard and strong. I’m taken back for a minute as I realize I didn’t even know his real name.

  “Right, well everyone is inside. Your mother has been looking for you.” He turns and walks in.

  Of course she has, because it’s rude to show up on time instead of early. “Come on, Mike,” I say with a laugh and Rock smacks my ass.

  The room is decorated with the clique Paris theme that all these trust fund brats think is original.

  “Christina!” I cringe at her voice. “There you are. I was starting to worry that you would be late.”

  Heaven forbid.

  “And who would this be?” Her eyes study Rock, disapproval and disdain evident.

  “This is Mike, my boyfriend. The date that you knew I would be bringing.”

  “Right, well you and…Mike are right over there.” She points to the other side of the table. Great, I get to sit next to creepy Carl because being here isn’t enough of a punishment.

  Rock takes my hand and leads me to our seats. A part of me is thankful that he insisted on coming. At least I have one ally here.

  “So…” Carl turns to me. “You still working at the welfare office?” I almost choke on the sip of water I was taking.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Where you work, it’s like poor people right?” He takes a bite of his food as if he doesn’t deserve the spike of my heel through his eye socket right now.

  I hear Rock chuckle next to me, glad that he thinks this is amusing. “I am a social worker. I help children who were abused. It has nothing to do with welfare.” The amount of effort it takes to keep my voice at a normal tone is incredible.

  “I don’t see why you waste your time there. You can’t advance working for the city and God knows what you might catch doing that job.” He shakes his head as his mouth turns down in disgust.

  My hand moves because I’m ready to bury my fist in his face. Rock catches it under the table before anyone can see. I’m half grateful to him for keeping me from making a scene and half pissed off because I wanted to see this asshole bleed.

  The rest of dinner is a lot of the same questions.

  Why do I work where I do?

  Why did I move away from home?

  Why don’t I visit?

  Because of all you fuckers.

  When dessert is served I say a silent thank you. This shit is almost done.

  “So, Michael,” my mother says and for a minute Rock and I forget that’s him. “What do you do for a living?”

  This should be good.

  Christina brought home a biker who could kill you or have you killed at the drop of a dime.

  “I’m part owner in an auto shop.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder as I watch my mother try to keep her face from showing the disgust she’s feeling.

  “Well this had been an interesting night. See all of you tomorrow.” I get up pulling Rock with me, needing to be out of there. I just about pulled his arm off until we were finally out of the club. I finally feel like I can breathe again.

  “Your family is really great.” Rock takes my hand laughing as we walk to his car.

  “Tomorrow is going to be even worse.” I groan.

  He presses me against his truck. “How about I take you back to the hotel and make you come so many times you can’t even remember your name much less that fucking dinner.”

  “Now that’s an offer I’d be an idiot to refuse.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Rock

  “Something big I feel it happening

  Out of my control

&nbs
p; Push and pull and then it's grabbing me,

  Feel it in my bones” - Shawn Mendes

  I haven’t put shit like this on in a while. I button up the shirt counting the minutes till I can take this shit off and put my cut back on. I was messing with Chris and telling her I was wearing it today and I thought her head was gonna explode. She refused to let me see her in the dress when I asked last night and had to run out of here early this morning. I’m meeting her at the church soon, and then we can get this over with.

  I thought she was exaggerating about her family, then I met them. They are the worst kind of rich people you ever want to meet. The dick sitting next to her was about to have his goddamn teeth knocked out if he stared at her tits one more time. Little prick kept looking at me like he could take what’s mine.

  I’d like to see him try.

  My cell rings and it’s Tracker. “Hey brother, how’s it going?”

  I laugh. “It sucks but it’s almost over. Her family are as big of assholes as she says. How is everything there?”

  “Fine, same shit different day. Megan’s hormones are all over the goddamn place though. I’m afraid to even ask her how she is feeling because she might bite my fucking head off.”

  “Sounds about right. Have fun with that, brother. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I grab my wallet and our bags so that we can leave right after the wedding. Chris didn’t want to stay in the hotel tonight. She said that she would need the space between her and everyone else after yesterday and today.

  The church is only a few minutes away and calling it a church almost feels like an insult. This thing looks like the damn Sistine chapel. Limos are lined up all over. I park and walk up so I can try to find Chrissy.

  I see a bunch of girls start to get out of the limos and they look like damn pink cotton balls. I catch Chrissy’s eye and burst out laughing. Her hair is pulled back tight and I doubt I could even fit my arm around her without crushing the dress she’s wearing. “Hey there…sexy.” I wink at her and her eyes narrow at me.