Serenity (16 page)

“Wow,” Jolin said. “It’s like you have super powers.”

She gave him the look he was beginning to think was reserved only for him, the “what the hell” look.

Ren wrapped her hair up into a messy bun and shoved her clothes into her messenger bag. “I’ll get your stuff back to you as soon as I wash them.” She paused. “I really appreciate your help. Thanks.”

Jolin’s words got stuck in his throat. She looked so broken, not to mention all warm and cozy in his sweats. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and crawl into bed. She stuck the cuff of the sweatshirt in her mouth, then swiped it under each eye, removing most of the drizzled make up, and making the bruise more obvious.

“Did Quill do that?” He asked again, pointing at her eye.

“What?”

“You have a black eye.”

“God dammit I hate that woman,” she muttered. “People should be like dogs and get fixed before they can reproduce.”

Jolin relaxed a little. At least it wasn’t Quill’s doing but he kind of wished it had been. He at least could have kicked Quill’s ass for laying his hands on Ren. He wasn’t sure how to kick her mom’s.

“Hey,” Akeo’s voice echoed down the empty hall.

Jolin watched both Akeo and Quill walk toward them. He moved closer to Ren in case he needed to step in again.

Quill’s demeanor had completely changed. When they got close, Quill rested his hands on the back of his neck and shook his head. “God dammit.” Quill looked up at Ren, who was frozen next to Jolin. “Nety.” Quill’s voice cracked. “Don’t do this. Don’t let her make you do this. Things can be different this time. We’ll be okay.”

Jolin looked past Quill to Akeo who shrugged in response to his silent question
. What the hell was going on?

Ren ran her fingers through her hair. “I know what I’m doing. Trust me.”

Jolin didn’t have a clue what they were talking about, but tone of the conversation made his stomach clench. Whatever she was doing, Quill didn’t approve. Quill’s parameters for trouble were pretty wide and it made him wonder what Ren could possibly be doing that would make him worry.

Ren’s voice cracked. “You said you’d be there.”

Quill took a step forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her, whispering something into her ear. She shook her head and returned the embrace. Akeo and Jolin turned and left them alone.

Serenity

Monday, October 21

3:00p.m.

“Did you think about the offer?” Brock slid his chair over to her desk. She cringed at the thought of Brock fine tuning the details of a date she no longer had a choice not to go on.

“Are you setting me up to get my ass kicked?”

“Looks like someone’s already kicking your ass.”

“Fuck you.” Ren stood to leave but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into her seat. “If I show up at their party, the cheerbots are going to massacre me.”

“I’ll run interference.”

“You said that before.”

“And has anyone messed with you besides whatever shit you got into on your own?”

“I’m not sleeping with him. And I don’t want him touching me.”

“He knows.”

“Or kissing me.”

“That won’t fly. He wants a full package just short of sex. He definitely won’t do it without the making out part. He’s trying to show everyone he isn’t gay. You not kissing him is going to send up a red flag. If the school slut won’t kiss him then everyone is going to wonder what the hell is wrong with him.”

Ren frowned. “What the hell
is
wrong with him?”

Brock chuckled. “He probably is gay.”

“Then what the hell am I doing? Let him be gay there isn’t anything wrong with it. Buy him some gay hooker and call it good.”

Now it was Brock’s turn to frown. “It isn’t my decision whether he wants to play the gay card or not. Right now he wants to try out a girl and that girl is you. If he likes it maybe he can compromise and go for a bisexual label. How the fuck do I know.” Brock ran a hand over his hair. Ren’s stomach did a little flip as his small gesture reminded her of Jolin every time he got uncomfortable around her.

Brock leaned in close to her face. “And I’m not sure what you think I have going on here but I don’t have a stable of whores in my back pocket to pull out a gay hooker for him.”

“So am I your tester for whether you want to go run a corner down town. Am I helping fine tune your pimping skills?”

Brock’s cheeks turned pink. Ren wasn’t sure if she embarrassed him or if he was getting really angry.

“Look Ren. I’m doing you a favor. You’re in a shitty spot and I am the only thing keeping you and your fucked up family off the street. If you want to mouth off and give me a hard time I can take the deal off the table and you can figure out how your half ass job at the coffee shop is going to pay the rent.”

“Okay…Jesus. I’ll kiss him. I’ll try not to hurl in his mouth.” Ren scooted away from him.

“You’re such a lady.” Brock muttered.

“Fuck you,” she snapped.

“All in due time baby.”

Ren suppressed the shiver that ran through her. Brock kept eluding to having sex with her, but so far all he’d done is sell her to his friends. She didn’t want to think about going further. Even if she’d clocked more time on her knees than any other girl in the high school…she was still a virgin. In some crack head noble way, her mom had drawn the line at sex, well at least by the traditional definition. She’d been touched in more ways than most could imagine and penetrated in areas not meant to be penetrated, but when it came down to it…she had yet to have sex. And she wasn’t going to let someone like Brock change that.

“So, the same as before?” She looked up to make sure no one was listening.

“Whatever you want.”

Ren put her hands on the table and looked at him. “I want this month’s rent forgiven. Totally.” She ran her tongue over her lip ring.

“Don’t you dare pull that ring into your mouth or I’ll take you in the bathroom right now and show you who’s in charge.” Brock leaned closer. The bell rang and everyone had filed out. It was just him, her and the teacher erasing the white board. “Full rent means you’ll owe
me
. Whatever and whenever… I call the shots.”

Slowly, she sucked the ring into her mouth, never taking her gaze off his. He thought he was controlling her. Making her do what he wanted so she could survive. But he was wrong. With a flick of her tongue, she could take him to his knees.

He groaned deep in his throat and leaned in. “You’ll pay for that,” he whispered into her hair. “Wait for him after the game. Outside the locker room.”

“I’ll wait for him by his car.” Ren grabbed her bag and headed out the door. “I will not stand with the skanks waiting. I’m on a different level, and that’s why he wants me.”

“I’ll tell him.” She heard before she got swept into the masses of the hallway.

Ren felt the hand on her elbow and waited for it to slip by, but when it grasped harder and pulled to stop her, she swung around ready push whoever it was away.

“Hey.” Jolin held his hands up defensively. “Don’t hit me.”

Jolin

Monday, October 21

3:30 p.m.

Jolin waited outside Ren’s last class. Regardless of whatever shit went down over the weekend, they needed to get this lab report done or graduation was out of the question.

Ren walked past him without a second glance.

“Hey. Wait up.” He jogged to catch up.

Ren ignored him so he caught up and grabbed her elbow. She turned on him with fire in her eyes. He dropped her arm like a hot coal and backed up. The image of her kicking the crap out of Quill was still fresh in his mind.

“Don’t hit me.”

Recognition slowly set in, and she relaxed. “I wasn’t going to hit you.”

The rush of the crowd carried them toward the exit. It was impossible to talk while being pushed and shoved so he reattached himself to her arm and pulled her to the side once they made it into the daylight.

“You’re stalking me again.” Ren squinted into the sun.

Jolin laughed. “I’m your lab p-p-partner. We aren’t allowed to be st-st-stalkers.”

She turned away and readjusted her bag.

Today’s outfit was similar to the one she wore the first day they studied. Black on black with a flannel shirt tied at her waist. The T-shirt she had on was thread bare, and he could see her black bra underneath. He assumed she wore the flannel over the T-shirt for biology this morning or Mr. Carson would have kicked her out again. He’d been at physical therapy so hadn’t had the honor of watching their show down. A breeze blew her hair, and her vanilla scent floated toward him. His body began to tingle. He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his hoodie and hoped everything stayed where it belonged.

“We’re kind of b-b-behind on our project, and Mr. C-C-Carson has us d-d-down for a check in day next Monday. I thought you c-c-could come over. We can watch some of the show I was t-t-telling you about and do some research online. My m-m-mom would love to have you stay for d-d-dinner. I can take you to work if you need me t-t-to.” Jolin stepped back and tried to calm his breathing.

She raised her eyebrow. The sun caught her piercing and sparkled. He couldn’t stop himself from dropping his gaze to her lips.

“I told you to write up your part, and I’d do my own.” She scuffed her boot in along the sidewalk. “You don’t want more rumors.”

“I don’t give a shit ab-b-bout the r-r-rumors. We have to work t-t-together, and we need a c-c-computer. And I need to eat. We could go to your house…”

She cut him off. “We can’t go to my house.”

“So we’ll go to mine.”

Ren looked over her shoulder out into the parking lot like she was looking for someone. When she didn’t find them, she turned back around. “Okay.”

“Great,” he said before she could change her mind. “Let’s b-b-bounce.”

“Let’s bounce?” She laughed following him to his car.

Jolin did his ritual of manually unlocking the car and started the engine. “So you and B-b-brock are what? D-d-dance partners?”

Ren’s hand froze with her seatbelt half across her body. Then quickly she pulled it over and snapped it. “Yeah. Something like that.” She pulled her bag close into her chest and started picking her fingers.

“Kind of weird he’d trade lab p-p-artners if you’re friends.”

She looked out the window, ignoring him.

Jolin pulled into the long line of cars waiting to exit. “Especially if you’d already s-s-started the p-p-project.”

“Maybe he was being nice. So you didn’t have to work with your ex.”

Jolin glanced over at her. “Yeah. I know B-b-brock. He isn’t nice. Ever.”

“Why would I know why Brock does anything?” Her words shot at him like daggers.

He tried to change the subject. “I looked for you at lunch. Wanted to explain why I wasn’t in class. See how the rest of your weekend went after your scuffle with Quill.”

Ren didn’t answer.

“You were kicking the shit out of him.” Jolin turned onto the road and headed to his house.

Ren made a weird sound, but kept with the silent treatment.

“You said Quill didn’t give you the bruises?” he asked.

Ren shot him a look to kill. “Stop. Just stop.” Her voice was a mere whisper.

He wanted to push. He wanted to know the shit Akeo wouldn’t tell him. Akeo may not consider her a friend, but he sure knew a lot more about what was going on than he did. Probably because he paid attention to people other than the popular crowd.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Ren snorted and ran her hands over her face. “God, Jolin. Stay out of my life. Go back to Elizabeth and live your happily ever after in your castle. All I want is to finish the fucking project and never have to talk to you again.”

Jolin sucked in a breath at her harsh words. “You don’t mean that,” he whispered.

“When you know me, really know me and not the person you are trying to make me… you won’t want to talk to me anymore anyway.”

“I disagree.”

“You aren’t a saint, Jolin. You want what everyone does. You want to be accepted. I can’t give you that. I’m the opposite of that. Just leave me alone.”

He wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to come to his house if she wanted him to go away so bad.

His mom’s car sat in the driveway when they pulled up to the curb.

“Looks like Mom’s home.” He pulled the handle to open the door, but it stuck. “Dammit,” he muttered, then shoved his shoulder into it. “Shit.” It didn’t budge. He caught Ren watching him out of the corner of his eye. Then he jammed his leg into the door, finally getting it open. “Cold air makes it stick,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

Ren followed him up to the door. She pulled the flannel shirt from around her waist and slid her arms through the sleeves. Then she buttoned it up enough to cover her bra and tied the long shirt tails in a knot at her waist. “What?” she asked when she noticed him staring.

“Nothing.” He smiled.

“Your mom’s home. I don’t want her to get the wrong impression.”

“What impression were you trying for before?” He laughed, then held up his hand to stop the words he saw forming. “Do not tell me to fuck myself,” he whispered. “Good impressions and all. Need to clean up that language. Don’t swear in front of my mom,” he teased and opened the door. Sweeping his hand in front of him, he invited her in.

“I know how to act. I have manners.” Ren glared at him, but led the way into the house.

“Jolin is that you?” his mom yelled.

“No it’s a m-m-mass m-m-murderer come to steal your jewels,” he yelled back, then shrugged at Ren. “I’m the only other p-p-person living here. I don’t know why she asks.”

Ren gave him a little smile. He loved that he could make it appear.

His mom leaned her head out of the kitchen door. Probably about to give him a comeback for his smart ass comment, but her words stopped when she saw Ren. Her hands held a dishrag she tossed back into the kitchen before she came into the hall. “Hi. I’m Jolin’s mom.” She held her hand out.

Ren hesitated before putting her hand out. His mom dropped her gaze just before she grasped it, thank goodness, because Ren’s knuckles were a scabby mess. How had he missed that after she punched Quill Saturday morning? It didn’t look like she had done much to clean them up.