Rock Chick Renegade
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Oh crap.
The minute she made it to us I asked, “Where are Roam and Sniff?”
“What?” she asked, her eyes bright. “They’re in with a tutor, you gotta –”
“They’re okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, hon, you gotta –”
“You look like something’s wrong. What’s wrong?”
“I’m tellin’ you, you gotta –”
“Is it one of the other kids?” I cut in.
She put her hand to my mouth. “Hush, girl. You gotta come with me.” Then she grabbed my wrist but stopped and stared down. “Ooo, look at that pretty bracelet!” she exclaimed.
“May! What’s going on?” I clipped.
She snapped to and said, “Right.” Then she dragged me through the rec room, turning around towards my posse. “Hey ya’ll,” she said as if she wasn’t acting bizarre in the extreme.
“Hey May,” they said, almost in unison.
May took us down the hall into the shared office space. When the nine of us burst through the door everyone in the room looked up and stared.
I wasn’t paying attention to anyone. On my desk was a beautiful bouquet of the most exquisite pale pink roses.
I smiled, May let go of my wrist and I walked forward.
“Holy crap,” Indy breathed.
“Good God,” Roxie whispered.
They all followed me to my desk and we stood staring in silent awe at the roses, such was their magnificence.
I dumped my purse on my desk breaking into the Rose Stupor and Jet said, “I would never have thought Vance was a flower type of guy.”
“Me either,” Ally put in, “more like, edible undies.”
“Ally!” Tod snapped. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking,” Ally defended herself.
“They’re not from Vance,” I told them.
Everyone looked at me.
“They’re not?” May asked.
I reached for the card and shook my head. “They’re from my Uncle Nick. He knows pink roses are my favorites.”
I was a little surprised. Nick was super generous but a specially designed bracelet must have set him back a whack. A dozen pink roses especially roses like this, perfect, so pale pink they were blush, every bloom total perfection must have cost some serious cake. They weren’t even a traditional bouquet with all that baby’s breath in a heavily cut, glass vase. There were just the roses with thin spikes of green shooting out here and there bending around the blooms and a simple, cylindrical vase that was pure class. The bouquet was a work of art.
“Well, that’s damned disappointing,” Daisy muttered from beside me as I gently touched a rose.
“Your uncle is feeling generous this year,” Indy smiled at me.
“Probably thinks she won’t see another birthday,” Stevie murmured.
“Shh, Stevie,” Jet shushed him.
I slid my fingernail under the heavy cream paper of the card’s envelope and pulled it out.
Then I froze.
There was only one letter on the card, nothing else. In black, bold pen it said, “V”.
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
“What?” someone said (I was too freaked to distinguish voices).
“What is it?” someone else asked.
I swayed a bit, all of a sudden light-headed and someone else yelled, “Grab her! She’s going down!”
I was pressed into my office chair, my mind started clearing and I heard Roxie say, “Get her some water.”
Tod picked up a manila folder from my desk and started fanning me with it. “Deep breaths, girlie. Deep breaths. Do you think she should put her head between her knees?” he asked Jet.
May swiped the card from my fingers. She looked at it and a slow smile spread on her face.
“These ain’t from her uncle. Praise be to Jesus.”
“Let me see that,” Daisy snatched the card out May’s hand. “It just says ‘V’,” she told everyone, her eyes big and happy. She looked around the gang. “How hot is that? That boy’s got class.”
They were all looking at me grinning like fools.
“I told him,” I whispered and then stopped talking.
“What’s that, Sugar?” Daisy asked.
I cleared my throat and looked up at them. “I told him about Nick giving me pink roses on my sixteenth birthday and how they were my favorites. It was a few months after my Auntie Reba died and how Nick and I had the first good night since she…” I stopped again and looked around them. “I told him,” I repeated.
“Righteous,” Ally said softly.
I felt something hit me then, something terrifying, a delayed reaction. I grabbed my purse, pulled out my phone and shot out of the chair.
“Jules –” Indy said my name, her grin had gone uncertain.
“I need his number,” I announced.
“What?” Roxie asked.
“Give me his cell number!” I shouted. “Who’s got his number?”
Everyone started pulling out their phones.
“I have his number,” Indy told me.
“I don’t have his number,” Daisy said, but she was still digging through her purse as if she could help.
“I wish I had his number,” Tod put in.
“Here it is,” Indy said and recited the number.
I punched it in then walked out of the room, down the hall and saw the blue room’s blind was closed. I went to the yellow room, it was free so I walked in, shut the blinds, closed the door and put my back to it. Then I hit the green button.
It rang, once.
“Yeah?”
“Vance?”
“You called me, Princess, who else would it be?” he asked, his amused voice was silk.
“We have to stop seeing each other,” I told him.
Silence.
I waited. Then I waited some more.
My emotional Rottweiler had torn free of his chains and he was barking, snarling, drooling, jumping around and ready to attack.
When he still didn’t say anything, I called, “Vance?”
“Why?” he asked.
“What?”
“Why?” he repeated, this time there was impatience in his tone.
“This isn’t going to work,” I said, as if that was an explanation.
“Why?” he obviously realized it wasn’t an explanation.
Because I like you a lot. Because you’re beautiful and strong and make me feel things I can’t allow myself to feel. Because you listen to me in the moonlight like every word I say forms a drop of nectar. Because you’ve lived a shit life and come out the other side to be someone amazing. Because now you live a dangerous life with a scar on your back to prove it and I can’t afford to lose anyone else that means something to me, I thought.