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 some side work, they could give it to you and then give you a reference when you go job hunting.”“Get the fuck out!” I’m so happy I’m not even worried about messing up my lipstick with my huge grin.“No, I will not!” Teagan’s grinning too. “I told them I taught you everything you know, of course.”“That goes without saying. What’d they say to that?”“They asked me about some shit on the spreadsheet you made and I had to confess I had no idea what the hell it was.”“Nice try, anyway. Props for that. You’ve got big lady balls.”“Yeah. Speaking of big lady balls, I’m about to kick someone’s lady balls into next year.”“Your step-mom?”“Yes. You would not believe the shit she’s pulling.”“Ohhh, yes I would. Having you kidnapped is pretty high up there on the lady-balls scale.”“She’s going to get away with it. There’s nothing connecting her to that stuff.”“That’s bullshit.” I’m instantly pissed. I’m still getting over the idea that I could have lost my friend to those assholes. I’ve never lost anyone I love, and the day I do it’s going to be more than awful. Like Jersey, I don’t take letting go of things I care about well.“Tell me about it. But …,” she turns onto the main road that will get us to the club, “…the attorney told me that they could probably put together a case that would get me back all those shares that went to my step-mother. It depends on what they can find when they start doing something they called … crap I forgot.”“Discovery?”“Yeah. How’d you know that?” She glances at me for a second before putting her eyes back on the road.“I learned it in my forensic accounting class. It’s where they get access to the company’s records and stuff. Emails and memos and all that.”“Yeah. So they think based on what was on that thumb drive, that there will be stuff in there that implicates her in getting those shares kind of illegally or something. So if we can do that, then everything reverses. But maybe they won’t even have to go that far. She might settle for just handing my dad’s stuff back to me in exchange for me not suing her sorry ass.”“Holy doo on a stick. Does that mean you’ll own the company?” Imagining my BFF running a huge corporation would be funny if it weren’t so scary.Teagan shrugs. “I’m not really sure. I mean, I have no frigging clue how to run a Seven-Eleven, let alone a giant software company. But I could hire people to do that, right?” She looks at me, and for the first time, her expression is unsure.“Hell, yeah, you could. And you can sit in those board meetings at the head of the table and fly in on a helicopter and shit.” I grin with the idea of it. Damn, I would love to do that. I could just see us, walking in slow motion, the chopper blades making our hair flow around our faces like supermodels in a rock video. I’d definitely need to buy new shoes for that.“You could be the new CFO,” she says, smiling along with me. “I could definitely work there,” I say, getting excited about the idea. “You’d hire me, right?”“Of course. As if you’d have to ask.”“What’s the pay? And what are the benefits? Can I get medical and 401k? And I’d need coverage for Jersey too. He’ll be my dependent.”She laughs. “You’ll get the whole package, don’t worry. So what’s the deal with you and Mick?”And just like that, she bursts my bubble.“No deal.” I shrug and look out the side window. I feel like an empty balloon, sagging all over the front seat.“Could-a fooled me.”“How so?” I ask, still not looking at her. I’m cool. I can do this.“He spent practically the whole day with you. I hear he went to the doctor with Jersey and even had dinner at your place? He’s like the frigging crown prince of LA or something the way he’s charmed himself into your life.”My whole mood deflates. “Tell me about it.”Teagan pulls up to a stoplight and turns to look at me. “What’s wrong?Why are you so bummed? Was he rude? Did he fuck with Jersey?”“No, no, not at all.” I rush to explain because I don’t want her thinking something bad about the guy. “He was a total prince, like you said. Seriously. He was good with Jersey and my parents loved him. I think they’re ready to sign the adoption papers, actually.”“Fuck me. He’s usurped me as favorite friend of Quin, hasn’t he?” “Good word,” I say, smiling.“I got that app you told me about. That was the word-of-the-day today. I told myself I’d drink a shot of Southern Comfort if I could work it into a sentence before midnight.”“Cha-ching. Where’d you get the money to pay for said shot?” “Paycheck.” She’s smiling like a fool when she pulls away from the light. “Sleeping with the boss. Nice.”“Hey, I earned that money.” She smacks me on the thigh. “Don’t be hatin’.”“I know, I’m just messing with you. I’m proud of you, little tadpole. You did good.” I reach over and pinch her cheek. She hates when I do that.“Yeah, I did, didn’t I? Stuff’s still up in the air with my dad’s company and the police and all that, but I think it’s going to work out.”“And you have Rebel. Don’t forget that part.”She says nothing. She just drives with a goofy look on her face. I love that she’s so happy, but it makes me just a little jealous. And then I hate myself for not totally embracing her moment and flying right along with her. “So, you guys are moving in together when?”“Next week. He’s convinced we need to find another place. Mick’s taking over his apartment to save money so we need to find somewhere else to live since the Golden Legacy is not an option. We’re going hunting this weekend.Luckily he’s paying for it until my crap is figured out.” “Oooo, I want to come hunting with you!”“You can.” She pulls into the club parking lot. It’s already packed and there’s a line around the door. Luckily we get a VIP spot right in front of the building, courtesy of the club’s part-time bouncer, Rebel. “I’ll text you when I know the details. I don’t think Rebel’s that interested in going, so we can do it together. He trusts me to do it.”I should probably be a good friend and continue the conversation, but my heart has started beating faster as my nervousness takes hold. I’m going to see Mick any minute now. I pray my fake eyelashes don’t start coming unglued.“You okay?” Teagan asks me.I realize she must have shut off the engine a while ago because it’s been silent for too long. “What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Where’s the foam finger?”“Seriously, you look like you’re about to walk death row or something.”I play it off. “Yeah, right.” Opening the door, I put my leg out. “Come on. Stop playing. I need to get my twerk on.”“Please don’t,” she sighs out.We skip the line and go right to the front. Several people who are waiting to get in start complaining, but when Teagan starts swapping spit with her main man, who tonight is acting as a bouncer for his friend who owns the club, they shut up pretty quick. That’s right, bitches. I have a VIP pass to the hottest club in LA. Check this.We step inside and my mood brightens considerably as the big beat from the DJ’s mix washes over me. It’s so heavy it feels like it’s guiding my heartbeats. BOOM-BOOM-DA-BOOM-BOOM. My hips move to the rhythm.“Let’s get a drink,” Teagan says, yelling to be heard above the din. “Okay! Shots!” Time to get this party started. I need to take the edge offmy nerves. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to scan the room searching for Mick’s blonde head.We make it to the bar and Teagan waves at someone down at the far end. My view of pretty much everything is blocked because I’m too short to see over all the heads. People are standing four deep at the bar trying to get drinks. My toe starts tapping, tapping, tapping. I’m pretending it’s to the beat, but it’s really just nervous energy trying to escape. When the bartender comes into view I almost have a heart attack. Mick.My tapping foot freezes in the up position.“Well, well, well! Look who’s here!” he says, smiling like a fiend.Oh shit. All my plans to act like he’s nothing to me and doesn’t matter start trickling away.One look.That’s all it takes.My eyebrows are no match for his charm and that frigging face of his.Dammit!“We need shots!” Teagan says, bouncing to the beat. “Southern Comfort!” “Wow, you don’t mess around.” Three shot glasses are on the bar andfilled in about ten seconds. Mick holds one up towards us. “Skal! To the hottest girls in the entire place!”I take mine like it’s no big deal and wait for Teagan to grab hers. I avoid meeting his eyes.“Cheers,” she says.“I’ll drink to that!” I say loudly, throwing my drink back and downing it with one big swallow. It burns all the way down and leaves a flowery aftertaste in my mouth. I make sure to keep my expression straight.“Uh-oh,” says Mick, winking at me.“What?” I ask, pretending like I don’t know what he’s talking about. He respects my cool alcoholic act. Points for him.“Ready for another?” he asks. He glances at Teagan, but I know he’s talking to me.“One more,” I say. “Then I need to go find me some man-candy to dance near.” There. Let him know I’m not here for him.He lifts an eyebrow but says nothing as he pours out another round for the three of us. He ignores the throngs of people shouting and waving at him for drinks. It makes me feel very VIP special, but I try to ignore that emotion.Teagan raises her glass and drinks the whiskey slowly. Her eyes roam around the room, making me feel like Mick and I are in our own little bubble.He lifts his shot glass in my direction. “Good luck,” he says, and then he slams his drink down this throat.“Good luck? What’s that for?” I ask, holding my glass out in front of me. His voice is strained from the alcohol. “Finding that man-candy.”“Oh, trust me, babe. I don’t need luck.” I swallow the drink in one go and put the glass down. “Come on, Tea-Tea. Time to bust a move.” I slide away from the edge of the bar.“Bye, Mick!” she says, as we walk away. “Bye, Mick,” I say, waving at him over my head but not turning around.I don’t hear it if he answers, and I refuse to turn around and check if he’s watching us walk away. I’m cool. I can do this. He means nothing to me.Nothing. At. All.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
THE PLACE IS A DISASTER. I stop in the entrance and take it all in. Dirty dishes cover the coffee table in front of the television. Clothing is draped over all the furniture, most of it way past the stage of needing a washing as far as I can tell. There are art canvasses of different sizes leaning in stacks against the walls and what I guess to be an easel in the corner of the room nearest the windows with a sheet draped over the painting that’s underneath. Paintbrushes are standing in old coffee cans on the windowsill and there are multi-colored paint spatters all over the tarp that’s on the ground and even the walls nearby. It smells like a paint store in here.I could have sworn Teagan told me that she’d been in here before, but she never mentioned any of this to me. I make a mental note to discuss this with her, because if her powers of observation somehow missed all of this, I’m going to recommend she get a brain scan of some sort.“You want something to drink?” he asks, moving o
I’M WALKING DOWN THE STREET wondering how long it’ll be before someone either pulls over and offers me a fiver for a BJ or shoots me in the back.Apparently, not long.A car slows down next to me and I squeak with fright, jumping off the sidewalk and into the weeds. A man’s voice comes at me as I kick at the soggy cardboard boxes that are tangling themselves around my feet.“Hey, sexy. Need a ride?”I spin around, grabbing my purse to keep it close and ready to let loose a string of nasty cuss words, when I recognize the car. It’s a bright red mustang, one I’ve seen parked at Rebel’s place before. Mick is in the driver’s seat.“Go away,” I say, getting my breath back and stepping onto the sidewalk.I walk as fast as I can in my heels.He drives along slowly next to me, his arm hanging out of the window and hugging the side of the car. “Come on, Quinlan, don’t make me beg.” He’s laughing at me, I can tell by the tone of his voice.“I don’t see what’s so funny. And stop calling me Quinl
MY MOM STICKS HER HEAD in the door to my room. I can see her through a crack in my covers. “Teagan’s here, sweetie. She brought you lunch.”I close the crack made by my bedspread so I can’t see her happy face anymore. “Tell her I have ebola virus and to stay away.”I hear some whispering that includes Teagan’s voice. The door to my bedroom shuts.“Get up, you skanky ho. I have Taco Bell,” she says.I peek out of my covers. I have always been unable to resist the siren song of The Bell, and she knows it. I’d pretty much dive into a pool full of oh-my- god-those-are-not-Baby-Ruths for home-delivered Taco Bell. Dammit. Teagan has brought out the big guns.The fact that she barely has any money to her name tells me how far she’s willing to go for me right now. I resign myself to the fact that I have to respect that kind of dedication and eat every crumb of whatever she’s brought me.That’s what friends do for friends. I will just have to sacrifice. “What kind of Taco Bell?” I say.“Do you
WE’RE STROLLING UP THE SIDEWALK that leads into the health clinic to retrieve the no-baby pills when a familiar face comes walking out in the other direction.“Alissa, hey!” I say, fully expecting her to smile politely like she always does and greet me back. We were never really close friends or anything, but the two of us having the same major and her living in Teagan’s dorm had us crossing paths a lot over the last few years. She’s a lot more serious about life then either Teagan or I am, but that doesn’t stop her from always being polite.She’s a good girl like that.Alissa looks up at me, her eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed. Her gaze drops to the sidewalk and she makes as if to go right by Teagan and me without a word. It’s then that I notice her belly.“Alissa?” I grab her by the arm as she’s about to walk past me like I’m a stranger with a bad haircut.“Don’t,” she says, pulling away slightly as she keeps on going. I stand there with my mouth hanging open as she walks away.“What