Starburst (26 page)

Alley
knew she shouldn’t, something told her as soon as she entered the door, this
was a bad idea, but of course she took it and danced around, trying to swallow
the stuff.

“Oh
my God, that has to be the nastiest thing I have tasted in my life. What the
hell is it?”

Her
friends laughed at her, and Alfie answered. “It probably is the nastiest thing
any of us have ever tasted, but it will get you fucked up so fast your toes
will curl.”

“Fuck
that, that shit will peel the paint off the walls. I bet it would clean the
fucking toilet.”

They
all laughed at her and handed it to her again.

“No,
I really have to get out of here,” she tried to tell them, getting nervous
about Trevas getting home before her.

The
next thing Alley knew it was a half hour later and she was in no shape to drive,
but she was having a blast. They all laughed, and got totally messed up
together.

“Does
that hurt,” she asked Alfie, leaning over to watch Lake fade in on the fire
that he had just created on his arm.

“Hell
yeah it hurts. What did you think the whisky was for?” he told her, and she
laughed.

“I’m
going to get a tattoo,” she stated, but had never seriously thought about it
before that moment, just the one time that she had joked with Trevas about
getting one that said rebellious.

“And
what would you get?” he asked, amused at the movie star’s daughter.

“Hmmm,”
she thought as she stumbled a little. “I would get ‘Evil Princess’ all the way
down my ribs and then cross it with ‘rebellious,’ she stated, running her
finger down her ribs.

“Damn,
I love that. Do it,” he demanded, getting up and towering over her.

“Now?”

“Yeah
now, why not?”

“I
can’t Alfie. I really need to get out of here.”

All
three of her friends started to cackle like a chicken and then chanted. ‘Do it,
do it, do it, do it, and the next thing Alley knew she was laying on her side,
covering her breast with her shirt and then she yelled as soon as she felt the
needle.

“Fuck,
give me that Drano,” she requested as they all laughed. She held the bottle and
every time it got to be too much, she made him stop and took another swig.

Her
phone rang, and Frankie told her that it said Trevas.

“Fuck,”
she said, remembering him.

“Do
you want me to answer it?” Frankie asked.

“NO!”
she screamed.

Lake
finished up her tattoo, and Frankie read the text message from Trevas.

“Just
picked my mom up, where are you?”

“Just
don’t answer,” she said, and tried to stand up. Alfie grabbed her and helped
her to a chair.

“You
aren’t going anywhere for a while,” he demanded.

“Frankie,
look out the window and see if there is still fucking paparazzi across the road
in a black car,” Alley requested, remembering the idiot that followed her.

“Nope,
there are three all standing around outside with cameras waiting.”

“Fuck,”
she said, and knew she was in hot water with Trevas, and then her phone rang
again.

Franking
handed her phone.

“So
who is Trevas,” Frankie asked.

“My
body guard who is going to kill me,” she said, waiting for the phone to stop
ringing.

Alley
stumbled her way to the bathroom and lifted her shirt. The tattoo did look
awesome. It went straight down her side in a fancy font with ‘Evil Princess’
and then diagonal going through it in a wave said ‘rebellious,’
Trevas is
going to kill me
, she said out loud and sat on the toilet to dial the
dreaded number.

“You
better have been sleeping, in the pool or in the tub,” he answered. “Why aren’t
you answering your phone, I was worried to death.”

“Trevas,
you’re going to be really, really mad at me.”

Trevas
looked over at his mom in the passenger seat. “You left the house didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Where
are you?”

“I’m
afraid to tell you.”

“Alley,
tell me where you are now. Do you need me to come and get you?”

“Yes.”

“Where
are you?”

“I’m
at a place called, Lake’s Creations.”

“Just
give me the address Alley,” Trevas demanded, and she could tell he was furious
with her.

“Alley,
you okay in there?” Frankie yelled.

“Who
was that?” Trevas wanted to know.

“A
friend, hang on,” she said and dropped the phone. Alley opened the door for
Frankie.

“Where
the hell am I?” she asked Frankie.

“East
9
^th
St.”

“I
heard her,” Trevas said. “I will be there in fifteen minutes, don’t you dare
move.”

“I
can’t move.”

“Are
you drunk Alley?” he asked, getting even madder.

“Most
definitely, and there are paparazzi out front.”

Trevas
wanted to blow up on her. He could feel the veins popping in his neck as he
stepped on the gas and white knuckled the steering wheel.

“I
will be there in a few minutes. I’m going to hang up now before I say something
that I will regret later.”

Trevas
hung up without giving her time to respond, and she came back out with her
friends.

“We
got you in trouble, didn’t we?” Alfie asked, and she smiled.

“No,
I don’t need any help with that. I seem to do it just fine, all by myself.”

Alfie
gave Alley the bag that she came after, and she paid him and stuck it on the
inside pocket of her backpack. She sat on a chair and bounced her knees,
nervously waiting for Trevas.

He
knocked on the door, and Alfie let him in. Trevas eyed him up and down and then
checked out her other two friends. “Is there a back alley, so that I can get
her out of here?” he asked Alfie in a rude angry tone while glaring at Alley.

“Yeah,
on the side here, I will open the door.”

Trevas
took his phone and called his mom, and told her to bring the car down the
alley. Alley got up, and he opened her bag and threw the jacket at her. “Put it
on,” he demanded, and not so much because of the paparazzi, but he was pissed
at the shirt she had on, and her nipples being visible to everyone.

“I’m
not riding with you. I will ride with your mom,” she demanded, not wanting to
be in the same small space with him.

“That
is probably best on your part,” he glared with narrowed eyes, and had to grab
her arm to help her walk to the back because she was stumbling.

Trevas
hurriedly got her in the back seat and told his mom to drive around the block
and follow him. He drove the fifteen minute drive with a clinched jaw, and
periodically looked in the rearview mirror at his mom driving his with the
other three cars following her.

Peyton
was just getting out of James’s car when he pulled in, and Alley saw her mom.

“Oh
fuck,” she said. “Sorry Kay,” she added, remembering his mom was in the front
seat.

Peyton
looked confused when Alley got out of the backseat of Trevas’s car, and he was
driving hers. Alley stumbled and laughed, and then ducked behind her mom.

“Trevas
is going to be mean to me mom,” she laughed.

“Alley,
are you drunk?” she asked.

“Most
definitely,” she laughed again.

“Get
in the house Alley,” Trevas demanded.

“You
can’t tell me what to do,” she stated but was still laughing.

“Get
in the house…NOW!” he said in an angry tone, knowing that the paparazzi
probably had their high powered cameras going crazy, right about now.

Peyton
told James goodbye and helped her up the stairs.

“You
stay out of my room,” Alley demanded, pointing a crooked finger at Trevas from
the steps.

Trevas
stayed downstairs for a little bit, trying to cool off. Peyton wanted to know
what was going on, and he explained to her what happened. He felt terrible
because his mom was so excited to meet her, and Alley made it extremely awkward
for all of them.

“Mom
this is Peyton, and this is my mom Kay,” he finally said. “And I’m going to go
kill your daughter,” he added, and got up to leave the two alone.

Alley
was standing with both hands on the toilet, and what alcohol she had left in
her stomach was being deposited into the toilet. Trevas leaned on the sink to
watch, glad that she was sick. She turned to look at him, and turned right back
to the toilet.

“Go
ahead Trevas,” she said, running a washcloth over warm water in the sink.

“Get
in the shower. You have puke in your hair. I don’t think the washcloth is going
to do much good.”

She
didn’t listen and washed her face with the rag, and then turned to lean against
the sink beside him. She wished he would just get it over with and say what he
was dying to say, but he didn’t he stayed beside her and stared.

He
got up and started the shower. “You stink, take a shower, and brush your
teeth,” he demanded.

“Get
out,” she said quietly, not wanting to spring the tattoo on him.

“Get
out?” he asked, puzzled.

“Yes,
get out and I will take a shower.”

“Why
do I have to get out? You don’t mind showing everything you have to everyone
else.”

“What
the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I
would watch the language if I were you, right now,” he threatened, not about to
take her attitude. “It means, look in the mirror Alley. I can’t believe you
left the house looking like that,” he added, looking down her body with too
much skin showing to the middle of her breast, her nipples sticking out, and
the shorts that came to just about her hair line with her midsection showing, and
they were short enough to almost pass for underwear.

“Don’t
fucking threaten me Trevas. I will talk ever how I please to talk, and I don’t
need you to tell me what that is,” Alley yelled getting angry, and wondering if
what she had just said made any sense at all because it hadn’t to her. “And
furthermore, I will wear what I damn well please.”

“Get
in the shower Alley,” Trevas said again, trying to keep his cool.

“Get
out so that I can,” she demanded, and he shook his head and left her.

She
took her shirt off and looked in the mirror.
He is going to be furious,
she thought as she shook her head at her stupidity, but she did like it. She
stepped into the shower, and the water stung when it ran down her newly
tattooed body. She hissed through her teeth at the pain.

Trevas
was sitting on the desk chair with his elbows on his knees when she came out
wrapped in a towel. She looked at him as he looked up to her, and took clean
panties and a t-shirt form her drawer. She went back to the bathroom and got
dressed with the door shut. She knew she should just tell him now and get it
all over with all at once. If she waited he was just going to get mad all over
again.

She
came out and lay across the bed, and the room was still spinning, she moaned at
the way she felt.

“Alley
I don’t want to be your dad” Trevas told her.

“Good
because I don’t want you to be my dad,” she replied, holding her head up to
look at him.

“I
don’t want to wait for you to mature,” he said, trying to put it a different
way and she sat up with a serious look.

“Don’t
fucking do that Trevas.”

“Do
what?”

“Think
that you need to breakup with me because I did something stupid. I didn’t plan
this. I didn’t go there to get drunk. I went to pick up a bag. I was going to
leave and be back before you got home. I haven’t seen them in a while. We sat
around and had a good time. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“You
prancing around half naked and getting drunk with a bunch of thuds, is plenty
wrong in my book.”

“Don’t
you judge them. You don’t know anything about them.”

Trevas
snorted and shook his head. “I’m not sure I know anything about you.”

“Let’s
not do this Trevas. I screwed up, and I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again.”

“Alley
I don’t want to babysit you. I love you, and I want you to be my partner not my
delinquent evil princess.”

Did
he have to say that?
“I’m sorry Trevas. I feel horrible about this. Your
mom is here, and I totally screwed it up. You have every right to be mad at me
but don’t give up on us because of it.”

Trevas
started to respond, and Alley was off the bed and back in the bathroom quicker
than he could speak.

She
lay back down, and he got up. “Go to sleep for a while.”

“Trevas
there is one more thing that I did that you are going to be very mad at me
for.”

“What
Alley,” he asked, but honestly didn’t want to know. “How about you hold that
one for later? I don’t think I can take anymore today.”

“I
would rather show you now so that you don’t have to be mad again later.”

“Show
me? What did you do?”

Alley
took a deep breath and rolled to her back, lifting her shirt. Trevas walked
around to look and couldn’t believe it. He was hoping that it would wash away in
a day or two but knew by the redness around it that it wouldn’t. He couldn’t
even speak. He had no idea what to say.

“Say
something,” she said and pulled her shirt back down.

“Pull
it back up,” he demanded angry, wanting to see it, and make sure that his eyes weren’t
playing tricks on him. He understood now, why he wasn’t allowed to be in the
bathroom with her while she showered.

She
didn’t pull it back up but sat up, not knowing what to say.

“What
the fuck were you thinking? You are getting ready to be in a movie. Your dad is
going to kill me and then you.”

“I
wasn’t thinking, but I like it.”

“You
like it?”

“Yes,
I do.”

Trevas
ran his hands through his hair and let out a disgusted groan.  “Go to sleep for
a while Alley. I need to get far, far away from you.”