Shots
THE SUN HAD JUST BEGUN TO CAST SHADOWS ON THE walls of my bedroom when I opened my eyes. Abbys hair was tangled and messy, and covering my face. I took a deep breath through my nose.
Dude. What are you doing... besides being creepy? I thought. I turned onto my back, but before I could stop myself, took in another breath. She still smelled like shampoo and lotion.
A few seconds later, the alarm bleated, and Abby began to rouse. Her hand ran across my chest, and then lurched back.
Travis? she said, groggily. Your alarm. She waited for a minute, and then sighed, reaching across me, straining until she finally reached the clock, and then pounded against the plastic until the noise stopped.
She fell against her pillow and puffed. A chuckle escaped my lips, and she gasped.
You were awake?
I promised Id behave. I didnt say anything about letting you lay on me.
I didnt lay on you. I couldnt reach the clock. That has to be the most annoying alarm Ive ever heard.
It sounds like a dying animal.
You want breakfast? I tucked my hands behind my head.
Im not hungry.
She seemed pissed about something, but I ignored it. She probably just wasnt a morning person.
Although with that logic, she wasnt really an afternoon or night person, either. Come to think of it, she was kind of a cranky bitch... and I liked it.
Well, I am. Why dont you ride with me down the street to the café?
I dont think I can handle your lack of driving skills this early in the morning. She wiggled her bony little feet into her slippers, and then shuffled to the door.
Where are you going?
She was instantly annoyed. To get dressed and go to class. Do you need an itinerary while Im here?
She wanted to play hardball? Okay. Id play. I walked over to her and cupped her shoulders in my hands. Damn, her skin felt good against mine. Are you always so temperamental, or will that taper off once you believe Im not just creating some elaborate scheme to get in your pants?
Im not temperamental.
I leaned in, whispering in her ear. I dont want to sleep with you, Pidge. I like you too much.
Her body grew tense, and then I left without another word. Jumping up and down to celebrate the thrill of victory would have been a bit obvious, so I restrained myself until I was sufficiently hidden behind the door, and then made a few celebratory air punches. Keeping her on her toes was never easy, but when it worked, I felt like I was one step closer to...
To what? I wasnt exactly sure. It just felt right.
It had been a while since Id done any grocery shopping, so breakfast wasnt quite gourmet, but it was good enough. I scrambled eggs in a bowl, throwing in a concoction of onion, green and red pepper, and then poured it into a skillet.
Abby walked in and sat on a stool.
You sure you dont want some?
Im sure. Thanks, though.
She had just rolled out of bed and was still gorgeous. It was ridiculous. I was sure that couldnt be typical, but I wouldnt know, either. The only girls Id seen in the morning were Shepleys, and I didnt look at any of them close enough to have an opinion.
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Shepley grabbed some plates and held them in front of me. I scooped up eggs in the spatula and flopped them onto each plate. Abby watched with mild interest.
America puffed as Shepley sat the plate in front of her. Dont look at me like that, Shep. Im sorry, I just dont want to go.
Shepley had been moping for days about Americas rejection of his invitation to the date party. I didnt blame her. Date parties were torture. The fact that she didnt want to go was kinda impressive. Most girls fell all over themselves to be invited to those things.
Baby, Shepley whined, the House has a date party twice a year. Its a month away. Youll have plenty of time to find a dress and do all that girl stuff.
America wasnt going for it. I tuned them out until I realized America had agreed to go only if Abby would. If Abby went, that meant shed go with a date. America looked to me, and I raised an eyebrow.
Shepley didnt hesitate. Trav doesnt go to the date parties. Its something you take your girlfriend to... and Travis doesnt... you know.
America shrugged. We could set her up with someone.
I started to speak up, but Abby clearly wasnt happy. I can hear you, you know, she grumbled.
America pouted. That was the face Shepley couldnt deny.
Please, Abby? Well find you a nice guy whos funny and witty, and you know Ill make sure hes hot.
I promise youll have a good time! And who knows? Maybe youll hit it off.
I frowned. America would find her a guy? For the date party. One of my frat brothers. Oh, fuck, no. The thought of her hitting it off with anyone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
The pan made a clanging noise when I threw it into the sink. I didnt say I wouldnt take her.
Abby rolled her eyes. Dont do me any favors, Travis.
I took a step. Thats not what I meant, Pidge. Date parties are for the guys with girlfriends, and its common knowledge that I dont do the girlfriend thing. But I wont have to worry about you expecting an engagement ring afterward.
America pouted again. Pretty please, Abby?
Abby looked like she was in pain. Dont look at me like that! Travis doesnt want to go. I dont want to go... we wont be much fun.
The more I thought about it, the more I warmed to the idea. I crossed my arms and leaned back against the sink. I didnt say I didnt want to go. I think itd be fun if the four of us went.
Abby recoiled when all eyes turned to her. Why dont we hang out here?
I was okay with that.
Americas shoulders slumped, and Shepley leaned forward.
Because I have to go, Abby, Shepley said. Im a freshman. I have to make sure everythings running smoothly, everyone has a beer in their hand, things like that.
Abby was mortified. She clearly didnt want to go, but what scared me was that she couldnt say no to America, and Shepley was willing to say anything for his girlfriend to go. If Abby didnt go with me, she could end up spending the eveningor nightwith one of my frat brothers. They werent bad guys, but listening to the stories theyve told, and imagining them talking about Abby was something I couldnt stand.
I walked across the tile and wrapped my arms around Abbys shoulders. Cmon Pidge. Will you go with me?
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Abby looked to America, then to Shepley. It was only a few seconds until she looked into my eyes, but it felt like a goddamn eternity.
When her eyes finally met mine, her walls came crashing down.
Yes. She sighed. The enthusiasm in her voice was nonexistent, but it didnt matter. She was going with me, and that knowledge allowed me to breathe again.
America screamed like girls do, clapped her hands, and then grabbed Abby to hug her.
Shepley offered an appreciative smile to me, and then to Pigeon. Thanks, Abby, he said, placing his hand on her back.
Id never seen someone less happy to go on a date with me, but then again, it wasnt me she was unhappy about.
The girls finished getting ready and left early for their eight oclock class. Shepley stuck around to do the dishes, happy that hed finally gotten his way.
Dude, thank you. I didnt think America would go.
What the fuck, Chuck? You guys are trying to set Pidge up with someone?
No. I mean, America might have. I dont know. What does it matter?
It matters.
It does?
Just dont... dont do that, okay? I dont wanna see her making out in a dark corner with Parker Hayes.
Shepley nodded, scrubbing the egg from the skillet. Or anyone else.
So?
How long do you think thats going to fly?
I frowned. I dont know. As long as it can. Just dont step on my toes.
Travis, do you want her or not? Doing what you can to keep her from dating someone else when youre not even with her is kind of an asshole thing to do.
Were just friends.
Shepley shot a dubious smirk in my direction. Friends talk about a weekend fuck. Somehow, I dont see that happening for you two.
No, but that doesnt mean we cant be friends.
Shepleys eyebrows shot up in disbelief. It kinda does, bro.
He wasnt wrong. I just didnt want to admit it. Theres just... I paused, glancing to see Shepleys expression. Of all people, he would judge me the least, but it felt weak to admit what Id been thinking about, and how often thoughts of Abby had crossed my mind. Shepley would understand, but it didnt make me feel any better about saying it out loud. Theres something about her I need. Thats all. Is it weird that I think shes cool as hell and I dont want to share?
You cant share her if shes not yours.
What do I know about dating, Shep? You. You and your twisted, obsessive, needy relationships. If she meets someone else and starts dating them, Ill lose her.
So date her.
I shook my head. Not ready yet.
Whys that? Scared? Shepley asked, throwing the dish towel in my face. It fell to the floor, and I bent down to pick it up. The fabric twisted and pulled tight in my hands as I wrung it back and forth.
Shes different, Shepley. Shes good.
What are you waiting for?
I shrugged. Just one more reason, I guess.
Shepley grimaced with disapproval, and then bent down to start the dishwasher. A mixture of
mechanical and fluid sounds filled the room, and Shepley made his way to his room. Her birthdays coming up, you know. Mare wants to put something together.
Abbys birthday?
Yeah. In a little over a week.
Well, we gotta do something. Do you know what she likes? Does America have something in mind? I guess I better buy her something. What the fuck do I get her?
Shepley smiled as he closed his bedroom door. Youll figure it out. Class starts in five. You riding in the Charger?
Nah. Im going to see if I can get Abby on the back of my bike again. Its the closest I can get to the inside of her thighs.
Shepley laughed, and then shut the door behind him.
I headed to my bedroom, and slipped on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Wallet, phone, keys. I couldnt imagine being a girl. The bullshit routine they had to go through just to get out the door consumed half of their lives.
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Class took for fucking ever, and then I rushed across campus to Morgan Hall. Abby was standing at the front entrance with some guy, and my blood instantly boiled. A few seconds later, I recognized Finch and sighed with relief. She was waiting for him to finish his cigarette, and laughing at whatever he was saying. Finch was waving his arms around, obviously in the middle of a grand story, the only pauses he took were to take drags of his cigarette.
When I approached, Finch winked at Abby. I took that as a good sign. Hey, Travis, he sang.
Finch. I nodded, quickly turning my attention to Abby. Im headed home, Pidge. You need a ride?
I was just going in, she said, grinning up at me.
My stomach sank, and I spoke before thinking. Youre not staying with me tonight?
No, I am. I just had to grab a few things that I forgot.
Like what?
Well, my razor for one. What do you care?
Damn, I liked her. Its about time you shaved your legs. Theyve been tearing the hell outta mine.
Finchs eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Abby frowned. Thats how rumors get started! She looked to Finch. Im sleeping in his bed... just sleeping.
Right, Finch said with a smug smile.
Before I knew what happened, she was inside, tromping up the stairs to her room. I took two steps at a time to catch up with her.
Oh, dont be mad. I was just kidding.
Everyone already assumes were having sex. Youre making it worse.
Apparently her having sex with me was a bad thing. If I had questions of whether she was into me like that at all, shed just given the answer: not just no, but hell no. Who cares what they think?
I do, Travis! I do! She pushed open the door to her dorm room, and then zoomed from one side of the room to the other, opening and shutting drawers, and shoving things into a bag. I was suddenly drowning in an intense feeling of loss, the kind where you either have to laugh or cry. A chuckle escaped from my throat.
Abbys gray eyes darkened and targeted me. Its not funny. Do you want the whole school to think Im one of your sluts?
My sluts? They werent mine. Hence them being sluts.
I took the bag from her hands. This wasnt going well. To her, being associated with me, not to mention being in a relationship with me, meant sinking her reputation. Why did she still want to be my friend if that was how she felt?
No one thinks that. And if they do, they better hope I dont hear about it.
I held open the door, and she stomped through. Just as I let go and began to follow her, she stopped, forcing me to balance on the tips of my toes to keep from running into her. The door closed behind me, shoving me forward. Whoa! I said, bumping into her.
She turned. Oh my God! At first I thought our collision had hurt her. The shocked look on her face had me worried for a second, but then she continued, People probably think were together and youre shamelessly continuing your... lifestyle. I must look pathetic! She paused, lost in the horror of her realization, and then shook her head. I dont think I should stay with you anymore. We should just stay away from each other in general for a while.
She took her bag from my hands, and I grabbed it back. No one thinks were together, Pidge. You dont have to quit talking to me to prove a point. I felt a little desperate, which was nothing less than unsettling.
She pulled on her bag. Determined, I yanked it back. After a few tugs, she growled in frustration.
Have you ever had a girlthats a friendstay with you? Have you ever given girls rides to and from school? Have you eaten lunch with them every day? No one knows what to think about us, even when we tell them!
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I walked to the parking lot with her bag, my mind racing. Ill fix this, okay? I dont want anyone thinking less of you because of me.
Abby was always a mystery, but the grieved look in her eyes took me by surprise. It was disturbing to the point where I wanted to make anything that didnt make her smile go away. She was fidgeting, and clearly upset. I hated it so much that it made me regret every questionable thing Id ever done because it was just one more thing that got in the way.
Thats when the realization hit: as a couple, we werent going to work. No matter what I did, or how I finagled my way into her good graces, I would never be good enough for her. I didnt want her to end up with someone like me. I would just have to settle for whatever scraps of time I could get with her.
Admitting that to myself was a jagged pill to swallow, but at the same time, a familiar voice whispered from the dark corners of my mind that I needed to fight for what I wanted. Fighting seemed much easier than the alternative.
Let me make it up to you, I said. Why dont we go to the Dutch tonight? The Dutch was a hole-in-the-wall, but a lot less crowded than the Red. Not as many vultures hanging around.
Thats a biker bar. She frowned.
Okay, then lets go to the club. Ill take you to dinner and then we can go to the Red Door. My treat.
How will going out to dinner and then to a club fix the problem? When people see us out together, it will make it worse.
I finished tying her bag to the back of my bike and then straddled the seat. She didnt argue about the bag this time. That was always promising.
Think about it. Me, drunk, in a room full of scantily clad women? It wont take long for people to figure out were not a couple.
So what am I supposed to do? Take a guy home from the bar to drive the point home?
I frowned. The thought of her leaving with a guy made my jaw tense, as if Id poured lemon juice in my mouth. I didnt say that. No need to get carried away.
She rolled her eyes, and then climbed onto the seat, wrapping her arms around my middle. Some random girl is going to follow us home from the bar? Thats how youre going to make it up to me?
Youre not jealous, are you, Pigeon?
Jealous of what? The STD-infested imbecile youre going to piss off in the morning?
I chuckled, and then started the engine. If she only knew how impossible that was. When she was around, everyone else seemed to disappear. It took all of my focus and concentration to stay a step ahead of her.
We informed Shepley and America of our plans, and then the girls began their routine. I hopped in theshower first, realizing too late that I should have been last, because the girls took a lot longer than me and Shepley to get ready.
Me, Shepley, and America waited for an eternity for Abby to come out of the bathroom, but when she
finally emerged, I nearly lost my balance. Her legs looked like they went on forever in her short, black dress. Her tits were playing peek-a-boo, just barely making their presence known when she turned a certain way, and her long curls hung off to the side instead of over her chest.
I didnt remember her being that tan, but her skin had a healthy glow against the dark fabric of her dress.
Nice legs, I said.
She smiled. Did I mention the razor is magic?
Magic my ass. She was fucking gorgeous. I dont think its the razor.
I pulled her out the door by her hand, leading her to Shepleys Charger. She didnt pull it away, and I held it in mine until we got to the car. It felt wrong to let go. When we got to the sushi restaurant, I interlaced my fingers between hers as we walked in.
I ordered one round of sake, and then another. The waitress didnt card us until I ordered beer. I knew America had a fake ID, and I was impressed when Abby whipped hers out like a champ. Once the waitress looked it over and walked away, I grabbed it. Her picture was in the corner, and everything looked legit as far as I knew. Id never seen a Kansas ID before, but this one was flawless. The name read Jessica James, and for some reason, that turned me on. Hard.
Abby flicked the ID, and it popped out of my grasp, but she caught it midflight to the floor, and within seconds it was hidden away inside her wallet.
She smiled, and I smiled back, leaning on my elbows. Jessica James?
She mirrored my position, leaning on her elbows and matching my stare. She was so confident. It was incredibly sexy.
Yeah. So?
Interesting choice.
So is the California Roll. Pansy.
Shepley burst into laughter, but stopped abruptly when America chugged her beer. Slow down, baby.
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The sake hits late.
America wiped her mouth and grinned. Ive had sake, Shep. Stop worrying.
The more we drank, the louder we became. The waitstaff didnt seem to mind, but that was probably because it was late and there were only a few others on the far side of the restaurant, and they were almost as drunk as we were. Except Shepley. He was too protective of his car to drink too much while driving, and he loved America more than his car. When she came along, he not only watched his intake, but he also followed every traffic law and used his blinkers.
Whipped.
The waitress brought the check, and I tossed some cash on the table, nudging Abby until she scooted out of the booth. She elbowed me back playfully, and I nonchalantly threw my arm around her while we walked across the parking lot.
America slid into the front seat next to her boyfriend, and began licking his ear. Abby looked at me and rolled her eyes, but regardless of being a captive audience to the peep show, she was having a good time.
After Shepley pulled into the Red, he drove through the rows of cars two or three times.
Sometime tonight, Shep, America muttered.
Hey. I have to find a wide space. I dont want some drunken idiot dinging the paint.
Maybe. Or he was just prolonging the tongue bath his inner ear was getting from America. Sick.
Shepley parked on the edge of the lot, and I helped Abby out. She pulled and tugged at her dress, and then shook her hips a little bit before taking my hand.
I meant to ask you about your IDs, I said. Theyre flawless. You didnt get them around here. I would know. Id purchased many.
Yeah, weve had them for a while. It was necessary...
Why in the hell would it be necessary for her to have a fake ID?
... in Wichita.
The gravel crunched under our feet as we walked, and Abbys hand squeezed mine as she navigated the rocks under her heels.
America tripped. I let go of Abbys hand in reaction, but Shepley caught his girlfriend before she hit the ground.
Its a good thing you have connections, America said, giggling.
Dear God, woman, Shepley said, holding her arm before she fell over. I think youre already done for the night.
I frowned, wondering what the hell it all meant. What are you talking about, Mare? What connections?
Abby has some old friends that -
Theyre fake IDs, Trav, Abby said, interrupting before America could finish. You have to know the right people if you want them done right, right?
I looked to America, knowing something wasnt right, but she looked everywhere but at me. Pushing the issue didnt seem smart, especially since Abby had just called me Trav. I could get used to that, coming from her.
I held out my hand. Right.
She took it, smiling with the expression of a hustler. She thought shed just pulled one over on me. Id definitely have to revisit that later.
I need another drink! she said, pulling me toward the big red door of the club.
Shots! America yelled.
Shepley sighed. Oh, yeah. Thats what you need. Another shot.
Every head in the room turned when Abby walked in, even a few guys with their girlfriends were
shamelessly breaking their necks or leaning back in their chairs to get a longer look.
Oh, fuck. This is going to be a bad night, I thought, tightening my hand around Abbys.
We walked to the bar closest to the dance floor. Megan stood in the smoky shadows by the pool tables.
Her usual hunting ground. Her big, blue eyes locked on me before I even recognized it was her standing there. She didnt watch me long. Abbys hand was still in mine, and Megans expression changed the moment she saw. I nodded at her, and she smirked.
My usual seat at the bar was open, but it was the only one open along the bar. Cami saw me coming with Abby trailing behind, so she laughed once, and then brought my arrival to the attention of the people sitting on the surrounding stools, warning them of their impending eviction. They left without complaint.
Say what you want. Being a psychotic asshole had its perks.
