Page 11 of The Biker's Virgin
“What the hell are you looking at?” Maddie said and turned to follow her sister’s gaze. “Oh, hellooooo.” Maddie sucked in her breath and turned back to face Olivia. “Are you serious? I’ve never seen you go moony over a boy before. Does Olivia like her boys bad?” Maddie said, laughing.
Olivia flushed red.
“Want me to call him over?” Maddie asked and turned in her seat once more.
“Eeeek. Don’t you dare!” Olivia squealed and grabbed her sister’s arm. Maddie wasn’t kidding, and Olivia knew it.
“Alright, kid. I won’t embarrass you.” Maddie turned to face her sister and settled into the metal patio chair.
The biker and the vest girl clomped up the wooden steps to the patio, and Olivia tried her best to avoid eye contact with either of them. As they walked by, Maddie yawned, stretching out her long thin arms, knocking Olivia’s beer off the table in the process. Its contents spilled all over the deck and splashed the vest girl.
“Oh, my god. I’m so sorry!” Maddie exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. The biker picked up the empty glass and handed it to Maddie. “Thanks so much” she gushed and gave him her best doe-eyed look.
“No problem,” he started to walk away, completely dismissive of Maddie’s attempt to get his attention.
“What kind of a fucking twatty klutz are you?” the vest girl screeched. She grabbed a napkin off the table and blotted at the beer splatters on her vest. She balled up the wet napkin and tossed it directly at Olivia. Olivia instinctively grabbed the napkin and her pulse raced when Blaine’s eyes followed the napkin, and met hers.
“Easy now, Lizzie,” Blaine said. “She had nothing to do with this.” Olivia blushed and smiled at him before breaking eye contact.
“Oh, well then…” Lizzie didn’t finish her sentence. She grabbed the pitcher of beer and dumped it over Maddie’s head.
Maddie sat in shock. Her cat eye mascara ran down her face in thin black rivulets. Her white t-shirt clung to her breasts and, not unlike a wet t-shirt contest, revealed her lacy pink bra.
“Jesus Christ, Lizzie. What the hell?” Blaine yelled at Lizzie and threw his arms up in the air. Lizzie cackled, tossed her huge teased bleached blonde hair over her shoulders, and stamped away into the restaurant.
Olivia didn’t know what to do. She sat there with her eyes wide open, her body, frozen.
“I’m sorry about that ladies. That woman has a way of overreacting. As you clearly can see.”
“Do you mind passing me a napkin from that table over there?” Maddie asked Blaine and pointed to a neighboring table.
Blaine scooped up the table settings and proceeded to unroll all of them. He handed the stack of napkins to Maddie.
“Thanks, Sir.” Maddie blotted at the black streaks on her face in an attempt to mitigate the forming raccoon eyes.
“Sir.” Blaine chuckled.
“I’m Maddie and this is Olivia.” Maddie extended her hand, her bangles jingled, and she smiled her million-watt man-killer smile. Blaine shook her hand, but the whole time his eyes were trained on Olivia.
“Olivia, I’m Blaine.” He reached across the table to shake her hand. Olivia reached her hand shyly to meet his, her delicate fingers enveloped by his massive calloused hand.
“Blaine, nice to meet you. If your girlfriend needs to get her vest dry-cleaned, please let me know and I’ll take care of it.” She let her hand linger in his grip.
“Oh, that’s too much and definitely not necessary. I’m pretty sure that she did ten times more damage to your friend here.”
“Sister,” Olivia blurted.
“Sister?” Blaine took a closer look at Maddie. “I can see it. You both have the same pretty eyes. Nice to meet you, Olivia and Maddie.” Blaine got a few strides away from the table, then turned back to say, “She’s not my girlfriend,” then disappeared into the restaurant.
“What is wrong with you?!” Olivia seethed. “Why did you have to create a scene like that?”
“Wrong with me? You can’t tell when a guy is into you, can you?”
“What are you talking about?” Olivia leaned in closer to her sister.
“That biker dude, Blaine, is into you.”
“How can you tell?”
