Where are you,justMolly?
My memory of that honied, English voice gotsmashedaway as one of my brothers started shooting his smutty mouth off.
JustMolly. The ‘just’ had been laughable, ‘just’ suggested mediocre, and there wasnothingordinary about that girl. She was by far the most stunning female I had ever seen. Her smile lit up that dark place inside me, the hollow area where I thought I used to hold a heart. One that was ripped in half by my old man after he’d beaten my mother to death in front of me. A story for another time.
Screwing my eyes up, I forced that nasty fuck from my mind and replaced his face withherimage. Meaningless hook-ups had started to bore me. And a bored Hudson was not agoodHudson.
As she’d walked away, I had a moment. A thought that Icouldbe normal; maybe even the boyfriend every girl I’d fucked had begged me to be. Someone like Molly would deserveeverythinga guy had to give.
I wasn’t one for sappy stuff, but if that’s what it took to get her attention, then I could do that. I was a quick study; I could do romance and all that shit.
Fuck me, I knew I was kidding myself; it was just aphysicalthing. So why did I want to knoweverythingabout her?
Micah suddenly recaptured my attention as he jiggled up and down in his seat and banged his fist on our table. Everyone’s lunch tray rattled. He was stoked,asusual. Out of all my brothers, Micah was the biggest blabbermouth. He gossiped more than the women.
“What are you harking on about?” I faltered, having blocked out his crude comments from earlier. The others on our table must have been hanging on every word, but I’d zoned out for a while.
“Have you heardanythingI just said?” Micah shot back with a disgruntled look.
“Something about Principal Dick?” I volleyed back with an elongated sigh.
“Yes. Well, more about his kid. I asked if you’d seen her yet?” From his body language, he was pissed that he’d had to repeat himself.
I glanced around the lunchroom feeling bored, but still wondering wherethatbitch was at.
The principal’s bratty child was the subject of most people’s tongues at school. I couldn’t give a shit. Her father was an asshole and the apple rarely fell far from the tree.
I felt Storm shrug beside me and glance his way. “Enough already. So, she’s OK looking. So what?” She was doing that thing the anorexic cheerleaders did: shuffling food around her plate without eating it.
“OK?” Micah snorted. “Are we talking about the same chick here?”
“Yes, I was the one who introduced you to her this morning, dick,” Storm huffed.
“I haven’t seen her. So, she’s decent? That puts a different spin on things,” Reed mumbled as he devoured a meatball sub. He had ketchup on his face, the dirty bastard. If Ma saw such poor table manners, she’d tear him a new one. He didn’t even raise his eyes from his tray. Out of all my brothers, he was the biggest pig. Reed would eat a bowl of LEGO if you put it in front of him.
I played with my over-processed, rubbery hot dog and leaned back with an arched eyebrow. I cleared my throat to get his attention. “Why?”
“Why what?” Reed said, glancing up.
“Why does her being hot change anything? I don’t carewhatshe looks like. She’s the principal’s spawn and therefore our enemy,” I reminded them, scanning their faces around the lunch table. As soon as I’d heard Miller had a kid who was transferring to our school, I’d circulated a message that her welcome should be anythingbutwarm.
Micah shot a goofy grin around our circle, his perfect teeth brilliant white against his flawless black skin, “You might change your mind. She’s got somenicetitties.” He used his hands to make the universal ‘rack’ motion against his chest. Micah could be such a juvenile prick but I loved him; fuck me, I lovedallmy brothers. It didn’t matter that we didn’t share the same blood; we weretighterthan tight. Bound together by the dark shit we had survived during our questionable childhoods.
Reed rolled his eyes and opened his soda, “You’re such a perv, Micah.”
“Yep? Andyou’vemissed your fucking mouth, man,” Micah sniggered, pointing to his chin to illustrate where there was shit on Reed’s face. My brother finished the sub andthen chased it down with a mouthful of Pepsi. As he wiped his jaw with a napkin, he shot Micah a cocky look.
“So, you planning on tapping Dickies kid? He won’t like that,” Reed drawled out, running his tongue over his teeth to ensure he didn’t have any shit in between them. He was such a fucking hog.
“Which is the perfect way to mess with him. Not sure she’d be able to take me, though, bro. She’s tiny, smaller than I expected.”
“So, she’s shorter than sex with your ex, then?” Storm roasted Micah. Melanie Marsden, Micah’s ex-girlfriend in our junior year, had started a rumour about how quickly he shot his load. He’d been nicknamed the Pop and Stop, until I’d shut that shit down.
I hid my smile. Storm could be funny when she put her mind to it. “Anything else?” I questioned, flexing my shoulders. We’d been waiting for the appearance of Miller’s kid for weeks. Gossip said her mother had abandoned her and was no longer in the picture, and that her dear old Daddy had to take her in. Like a fucking stray.
Did I feel sorry for her? Not really. C'est la vie, it was part of life, and you just had to deal with it. Between me and my brothers, we’d lost more than our fair share of shit.
Our motto;if you don’t suck it up, it will kill you.
