The Bad Boy's Secret
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Authors: Susan Stevens,Jasmine Bowen
by Susan Stevens & Jasmine Bowen
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Copyright 2013 - All Rights Reserved - Susan Stevens
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He could drink until he fell down and still stumble his way over to his best friend’s house just before morning light. He didn’t worry about grades, or his future. Kids died young on this side of the tracks, whether it was a gunshot or a lack of funds for doctor’s bills. Living fast was the only way to enjoy life.
If there was anyone Chuck respected in this town, it was 21 year old Richard. Orphaned only a year ago, Richard half killed himself working three jobs to make sure that his two teenaged brothers didn’t have to spend the rest of their childhood in foster care. When their parents died, Richard grew up in a moment, making sure that although they were poor, his brother’s didn’t go without. Richard’s house was also the central gathering for their gang of friends, with dinners and long nights spent in the cramped living room.
***
“Every day, man, I swear, this bell gets later and later. The boys can walk home, I’m bored,” Chuck declared, with a grin.
“I imagine, Chuck, that the bell would be faster if you were actually inside.”
“Have you ever been to school? It’s boring as hell.”
“Uh, yes,” Richard gave him a look. “You getting senile?”
The bell in question managed to stop the bickering between the two of them, as students streamed out, just waiting for the sound to release them to freedom.
Richard’s brothers, Peter and Shawn, 14 and 17 respectively and together as always, were locked in their own playful argument as they pushed their way through the crowd. Steve, Shawn’s best friend, was on their other side, texting frantically as he always did. The boy was glued to his phone, and was the one to text if you needed something right away.
Shawn always worried Richard, and his older brother was glad it was his last year in school. Keeping him in school had been a struggle, even for their parents, and Richard only let him work five hours a week at his part time job, in order to finish out his senior year without flunking it. Peter, however, never needed any encouragement, and always got teased for having his nose in a book. Regardless, the boy got straight A’s, and so Richard let him do what he wanted when night fell, provided it was safe. At only 14, he was restricted to the movie theatre, the mall, or a house party at a friend’s house, nothing more. The regular fist-fights that took place on the train tracks were lacking in his attendance, unless he snuck his way in.
“I’m hungry,” the youngest said, sliding right up to his big brother as Richard handed over the rest of his sandwich without protest. Despite having gotten up in the middle of the night to work a 12 hour shift, he was always putting his brothers’ needs before his, even if it meant going hungry.
“There’s a chicken in the oven,” Richard said, shrugging on his leather jacket so that they could get going. Years of construction kept him in top shape, often the biggest and strongest among any gang they encountered. With Richard leading the way, people rarely started fights with them.
“Chuck, you going to Kevin’s party tonight?” Steve asked, making a grab for the passenger seat just as Shawn did.
“Of course. Whole damn county is going to be at that party,” Chuck replied, and was about to say more when they were interrupted.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the little teacher’s pet, running home to his little house.”
Peter knew the voice before he even turned around, and he cringed. Gordon Light and his usual entourage were standing behind them, their fists shoved in their pockets like they didn’t mean any harm, which Peter knew wasn’t true. 7 of them in all, Gordon and his brothers and friends were the richest kids in school, always able to buy their way into whatever they wanted. Whether it was good grades, or admission to a private college, the money never stopped pouring out. Their clothes probably cost more than the house that the boys lived in, and their shoes probably could re-sell for more than the car. However, at the moment, none of that bothered Richard as he moved to the front of the group. They were outnumbered, but he was stronger than at least three of them on his own.
“You boys got something to say?” he asked, as he pushed Peter back. Chuck straightened up as well, tensing his muscles. He didn’t feel much like fighting after being awake all night, but if he had to, he could throw a mean right hook.
“What’s it to you, brawny?” Gordon stood his ground. Richard knew that starting a fight on the middle of the school parking lot would mean picking up the boys down the street for the rest of the year. But he was sorely tempted to not care.
“It’s something to me because that’s my brother that you are messing with. And I don’t see no reason to make fun of him just because you couldn’t read your way out of a paper bag,” Richard replied, clenching his fist. “So why don’t you move along now?”
“So why don’t you move along now?” Gordon mimicked. “Why don’t
you
move along, old man?”
“Seriously?” Chuck growled, taking his place by Richard’s side. “Unless you want to start something you can’t finish, why don’t ya’ll move along?”
“Richard, I got this,” Peter said, but no one paid any attention to him. On the other side of the car, Steve and Shawn were lost in their own world, jabbering in a language only best friends understood, of half sentences and broken thoughts. They were so used to fights in the school parking lot that didn’t start, it didn’t matter whether they paid attention or not. Richard could probably hold off all seven if he wanted.
“Yeah, we can start something,” Gordon sneered. “Tomorrow night, meet us by the train tracks. It’s been a long time since you boys had your faces beaten in.”
“It has been
a long time since we beat your faces in,” Chuck agreed. “Not sure I can wait till tomorrow night. How about we start now?” The consequences of him starting the fight in the parking lot were small and pointless. He wasn’t planning on going back to school any time soon, and the day his parents cared what he was up to was the day pigs flew. It was only the concern for the rest of them that held him back. He didn’t get the point of school, but Richard wanted Peter and Shawn to do well, and so he wasn’t going to sabotage that.
“How about we go home and see you tomorrow night?” Richard asked, giving Chuck a look. Official fights were one thing, organized, with rules. There was no jazz before a rumble went down, no fighting in little gangs, and no weapons. No one pulled switchblades or guns on each other during rumbles. They lined up over whatever quarrel they had of the moment, and took each other down one by one, by size, until one side fled. It was one thing to get roughed up, but fighting, outnumbered in a back alley or a school parking lot, was a completely different story. The cops didn’t bother them, down by the train tracks, they knew it was left to the gangs to sort themselves out.
Not that they were really an official gang, so to speak. There were official gangs, like the Mulos or the Piranhas, gangs that had colors and always carried blades. Even the upper class had them, calling them fraternities or masons, or even just brotherhoods. Regardless, the boys had no official manage gang colors or secret handshakes. Their friendship came out of necessity, the strongest kind of bond. They wouldn’t leave each other because each needed the other to watch their back, because each had nowhere else to go. Loyalties could be turned, friendships could be bought, but this group was here to stay.
“You got yourself a deal,” Chuck heard himself saying, yawning as if he was bored by the entire situation. In truth, he was exhausted, and his hangover was coming raging back like a drummer intent on destroying him. Chicken and a nap on the couch before partying it up again sounded like a good idea to him.
“See ya then, boys,” Gordon sauntered off, as if they had just made a lunch date. Richard rolled his eyes.
“What a bunch of losers. I’m surprised they found their way to school this morning. Or got dressed on their own.”
“Hey, did you see that new broad?” Steve said to Shawn, as Richard popped the trunk for them to throw their bags in. This perked Chuck’s interest. Girls were his favorite topic.
“What new broad?”
“New broad in tenth grade, just transferred in. She’s even your type, Chuck.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chuck wasn’t sure whether to be insulted or not.
“Straight from the big city. Probably stuck up as hell, but damn, is she nice to look at.”
“Yeah?” Chuck turned to Steve with a grin. “Nice body?”
“Sure. Bit on the skinny side, but well done. Looks like she works out. Red head and all.”
“I saw her,” Peter said. “They were bringing her around, doing a school tour. She is super pretty.”
“Damn, now hold up, Richard,” Chuck grinned, not letting Richard get in the car. “We should find her and offer her a ride home.”
“We should?” Richard was not impressed. Besides, there weren’t any more seats, and he told Chuck so.
“She can sit on my lap then. Boys, she come out the door yet?”
“Not yet, I was looking for her,” Steve replied. “And back off, drop out, I saw her first.”
Chuck grinned.
“So I missed a few days. Can’t say I wouldn’t go back if there wasn’t a good reason.”
“That’s her, over there!” Peter pointed out, leaning against the door. He was still a bit shy around girls, and if those two were onto her, he didn’t stand a chance. Usually, if he mustered up the courage to talk to a girl, it was about a class assignment, and even then, he screwed it up.
Chuck turned his head, expecting some vivacious red head to drop his jaw. When he caught sight of the girl that they were pointing at, his jaw did drop, but it wasn’t from her beauty.
Tall and lean, exactly as they described, the girl had on expensive clothes that would make her blend right in with Gordon and the gang. She had on tight jeans, boots that laced up to her knee, and a tee-shirt that hid nothing about her figure. Her red hair was long, past her shoulder blades, and styled down, to fall in her face every so often as she walked.
She happened to look up right as Chuck was staring at her, and her jaw dropped as well. Steve cleared his throat.
“Yo! Yo! Over here! Remember me? We were in class together? Math? You’re a year up, I’m a year down? Want to come tutor me?”
Richard rolled his eyes, but to his disbelief, the line worked and the girl walked right over to them, no fear or disgust in her eyes, as other girls of her type usually did. But it wasn’t Steve she was focused on.
“I’m Steve, by the way,” Steve continued. “These are my loser friends. Richard, Peter, Shawn and…”
“Chuck?” the girl asked, in disbelief. Chuck’s voice sounded equally stunned.
“Sas?” he replied, and the pair of them stared at each other for what felt like a decade.
“Guess you lose this one, Steve,” Shawn whispered and Steve hit him.
“What are you doing here?” Chuck asked, stepping forward. As tall and menacing as he was, with his leather jacket and bike chains, his elfish face appearing mean and ruthless, the girl didn’t flinch.
“What are you doing here?” she replied, equally as stunned, and they both laughed. And then, after a moment, they embraced, tightly. She buried her head in his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her and it was like coming home, at last.
