Page 12 of Ashes to Ashes
Finally we reach the end, get our caps and gowns and then the yearbooks, which we sign for each other. I wave bye because I’m not getting tickets for anyone, not even my parents.
The guys are waiting at my car, their jackets tossed over their shoulders, Hunter’s sleeves are rolled up and are those tattoos? I shake my head and smile when I get to them, “Will you sign my yearbook?” They grin, and do. I’ll read what they wrote later.
Hunter takes my keys from my hand, “Let’s go have some fun.”
In a YOLO sense, I agree, letting him take the wheel, “Where are we going?”
Peck and Daze share looks and I’m not sure how to take it. Hunter only replies, “A walk on the wild side.” Okay. I’m not scared because I know they will protect me.
Hunter drives us to the shadier side of town and I take in everything. I’ve never really seen how the other side lives. I’ve been holed up in what some would call a mansion and secluded. I don’t think I’m secluded, but I’m an introverted homebody. And sometimes that’s okay. Right now, I’m living on the edge.
He pulls up to a warehouse, a bunch of cars parked outside. Some people are drinking in the lot, some are trickling inside. I don’t know if I’m overdressed or underdressed. Some girls are wearing dresses that are shorter than mine, some are wearing jeans. I know I’m out of place, but I’m choosing to ignore it. Peck helps me out of the car and they surround me like a security detail, it’s kind of nice.
My jaw hits the floor when we enter the warehouse. Everyone is cheering or jeering, not sure which one it is, as two guys fight it out in the middle of everything.
I turn to Hunter, “You brought me to a fight?”
He traces my cheek, “My fight.”Ummm, what?
Peck chimes in, “He’s fighting, he needed a good luck charm.”
I need to take the stick out of my ass, my privilege is showing, “Who are you fighting?”
He grins, “Darryl Winslow.”Ummm, again, what?Darryl is a bully, has pushed me into lockers, lifted my skirt in the hall, spit gum in my hair. Yeah, Hunter can fight him.
“I didn’t know Darryl was into this,” I say casually.
Hunter looks over as the other fight ends, “I paid him to be here. I thought you’d want him to get his ass kicked.”
That makes me laugh, “Make it hurt like the bitch he is.”
And he does, Darryl looks rough by the end of it, his photos on graduation day will have him sporting two black eyes, a broken nose, and bruises that won’t go away for months.
When Hunter is done, I’m smiling, congratulating him, “That was exciting.”
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “We can show you exciting.”Oh my, I think as my heart begins to flutter rapidly.
He grabs my hand, leading me back to my car. We drive to a fast food joint where Peck and Daze throw fries at each other and I laugh for hours. By the time I get home it’s past dinner, but Mom says nothing to me. There wasn’t a dinner so I don’t have anything to feel bad about.
Today I had the most fun I’ve had in a while. I think I like living dangerously.
Chapter 11
Cala Lily - I just like blood
I wake up to someone kissing me, “Hunter?” My eyes open and he just smiles.
“Time to wake up.” he says with a smile.
I stretch, “How was the fight? Did Cala have fun?”
Hunter nods, “I think she likes the dark side.”
Good, good. I think tonight I want to shed some blood, not mine of course. Mom’s sister is a good idea. She’s always been a bitch and needs to learn a lesson. Oh, and making mother cry is just a bonus.
This time I put on a ruffled skirt, black tank top, and kitten heels. Always look good if you’re going to kill someone.
After applying lip gloss, I tell the guys, “Tonight is my aunt's turn. Oh, maybe we’ll grab her bitch daughter too. Let’s take them to one of the other warehouses.”
