by Nicole Casey
I hated that my face was the color of cherry tomatoes but there wasn’t too much I could do about that. It didn’t seem to matter how much I got picked on by the masses, I never got used to it.
“Go away, Malcolm. I have work to do.”
“Nah, I didn’t think you put out either. Chance must have been pissed to have wasted his time with you for all those months.”
My head jerked up and I narrowed my dark eyes.
“Almost as pissed as my brother is going to be when he realizes how much time he’s wasted on your sister,” I snapped back with uncharacteristic harshness. I couldn’t help it—the entire Laurier family just brought out the worst in me. I wasn’t sure who I despised more—the arrogant Malcolm or his high-maintenance, unpleasable sister, Ella.
From what I’d heard Mom and Dad say, Carmen and Victor Laurier were mirror images of their children in personality.
There’s something wrong with that entire family. Especially this one.
To my bitter amusement, Mal’s jaw locked and he glared at me.
“Your brother is exactly like Chance Edwards. I’m not surprised in the least that you’d date someone like him.”
“If that was true,” I countered slowly. “My brother would have been long done with Ella. Everyone knows she puts out on the first date.”
It wasn’t a very nice thing to say, calling his sister a slut but Mal wasn’t letting sleeping dogs lie. What did he expect me to do? I was sick of being quiet.
Still, if I had been a guy, I’m sure that comment would have probably earned me a fist to the face but Mal only stood there, shaking.
“Don’t talk about my sister that way!” he growled and I noted with some pleasure that his tan face was growing purple. It was nice to see him looking ugly for once. His grey eyes looked like hot coals as he glowered at me and I scoffed lightly.
“You sure can dish it out but you can’t take it, huh?”
“You’re as big an asshole as Grayson,” he spat back, spinning to rush away. I wondered if he was worried he might attack me if he remained in place.
“Look at you using proper syntax in a sentence!” I yelled after him but he didn’t turn around.
Good riddance, I thought grimly but I found that I was also trembling slightly by the exchange. I was used to Mal’s stupid comments. They’d started almost as soon as his sister and my brother had started dating almost five years earlier.
No one had thought it would last between the young couple. No one but me. I knew even when I was twelve that Grayson found something special about Ella Laurier although what that could be was beyond me.
She was loud, whiny and a princess as far as I could tell. She was a dark beauty, the same black hair and smoky eye as her brother but it was still surprising to me that my sensitive souled brother would opt for a girl like her. I had always envisioned him dating a nerd like me, not a cheerleader.
But he must have seen something in her because there they were, still together.
And it drove our families crazy.
Some of us more than others, I thought, half-amused as I watched Mal storm off. I didn’t feel remotely bad for what I’d said. He’d been trying to get under my skin for years but that was just who he was—a cocksure, brat who had never been put in his place in his life.
Someone had to tell him off. It may as well have been me. Everyone else in school seemed to think the sun rose and set out of his ass.
Then why did I feel guilty doing it?
I shoved the thought out of my head and grunted. First Chance had ruined my day, now Malcolm Laurier. I wasn’t going to get any peace at Lulu Belle’s that afternoon. If I was going to be unsettled, I may as well do it at home from the comfort of my bedroom.
Reluctantly, I rose and pulled my mittens back out of my coat, slipping them over my long, pale fingers. I still hadn’t even gotten warm.
Idiot boys, I thought grimly. I can’t wait to get out of this town.
I made my way through the center of town toward Platte Street. I was only a few minutes from home but somehow, I’d managed to lose feeling in all my toes by the time I entered the front door.
Naturally, the first thing I heard was shouting.
“…my dead body!” My mom was howling, a near hysteria in her voice. “Why are you doing this to us, Grayson?”
The drama has already begun. And here I was worried that I’d missed it.
A part of me wanted to retreat into my room and shut the door, using my earphones to block out noise but curiosity got the better of me. It wasn’t just Mom and Dad going at each other’s throats as usual—this involved Grayson too.
Even in his youth, Gray had not been one to incense my parents’ anger. Mom and Dad did that enough to each other, after all. There was no need for Gray and I to help their cause. No, Grayson was a silent, brooding type but he never came home after curfew or broke the rules…well, not as far as my parents knew anyway. In fact, the only thing I could remember him ever doing which upset them was date Ella Laurier.
I bet this is about that wretched girl.
I stole closer to the kitchen where my mom was still going off in a bout of histrionics but that in itself was commonplace. She’d always been somewhat of a drama queen. In some ways, it wasn’t surprising that Grayson had picked Ella—she shared a lot of Mom’s shrill qualities.
“This isn’t about you, Mom,” Grayson growled from his spot against the wall. His arms were folded over his lean chest and even though I could only see his side profile, there was unmistakable anger in his brown eyes.
“Grayson,” Dad interjected, trying to take control of the situation as always. “We only want what’s best for you but you’re only twenty-one. You can’t possibly make a decision like this.”
“Oh but joining the army is fine? Risking my life is okay?”
There was a deep bitterness in his voice which twisted my gut. My dad had been pushing him to enlist for years, a sore subject with my brother. Since Grayson’s grades had not been good enough for a decent college, Dad had started presenting other options for his only son, choices which only angered my brother.
“They are totally different matters, Grayson and you know it. One ensures your future, the other…”
Dad trailed off like he was worried he might irk Grayson more with what he was obviously thinking.
“How’s that, Dad? The only difference I can see is that you want me to join the army.”
“No!” Mom snapped again. “No way. It’s not happening. Not while you live under our roof.”
What was going on? I’d never heard Grayson so firm about anything but he was not backing down. I found myself moving closer to the kitchen to get a better listen. No one had noticed I’d entered yet.
“We’re not going to be living under your roof,” he retorted.
We’re not?
Was Grayson planning on moving us out of there, away from the endless tension which enshrouded the household?
It filled me with hope but it also didn’t make any sense—I was leaving for school in eight months. Why now?
“Oh!” Mom choked. “This outta be rich. What are you going to do for money? You think your job at the gas station is going to put food on the table? Pay your rent? Do you have any idea what the cost of living is like right now? And what is the princess going to do without her trips to the nail salon every week?”
Oh.
Now it made sense. This had nothing to do with Grayson taking us out of the combative house in which we’d been raised. They were talking about Grayson and Ella moving in together. It had nothing to do with me at all. I was disappointed on so many levels.
“Don’t worry about us,” Grayson said gruffly. “We’ll make it work but thanks for your concern.”
The sarcasm in his voice was almost palpable.
I sighed and sank against the wall. It wasn’t my business, I knew that but I couldn’t help but want to beg him not to be so stupid. Ella Laurier was trouble—and not just becau
se my parents said so. She had the same reputation as her brother. They were both spoiled and used people. I didn’t want Grayson sucked into that any more than he already was.
Maybe it’s a good thing, I reasoned silently. He’ll live with her for five minutes before kicking her to the curb. There’s no way two people as different as them can live under the same roof. Look at Mom and Dad.
I shuddered as I realized that Mom and Dad had two children.
“It’s happening,” Grayson said flatly, turning to stalk from the kitchen. He saw me standing in the hall and flashed me a tight smile.
“Hey.”
“Hi. Everything okay?” I asked even though I knew it wasn’t. He paused, his eyes darkening slightly.
“Everything’s great actually.”
My parents had followed him out, their faces contorted in anger.
“Did you hear the good news, Blake?” My mom asked sarcastically. “Did you tell her your idiotic plan, Grayson?”
I inhaled and looked at my brother, trying to smile at him encouragingly. He was my only sibling and I loved him. I wanted to support him, no matter how much I despised his girlfriend. In a few months, I wouldn’t have to listen to this every day anyway and if Grayson wanted to move in with Ella, more the power to him.
“Well?” Mom barked in her shrill way. “Aren’t you proud of what you’re doing?”
Grayson ignored her and grinned at me but he looked embarrassed.
“I’m getting married, Blake,” he said and I thought I’d misunderstood him.
“What? To whom?”
That wasn’t what I had meant to say obviously but it was the first thing that came out of my mouth. Grayson’s tentative smile became a scowl.
“You too? Can’t anyone in this family be happy for us?” he muttered, pushing past me to mount the stairs, taking them two at a time. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the main floor.
Mom smirked at me.
“That boy is going to ruin his life the same way I ruined mine,” she laughed and I hung my head, shamed that she would say such a cruel thing in front of my dad who was standing right there.
“Well,” Dad replied brightly. “Don’t worry, Maggie.”
I inhaled, knowing that my father was about to retort with something just as vicious. It was the same sick game they played with each other and had for as long as I could remember.
“Don’t worry?” Mom retorted. “How can I not worry, Doug? Maybe you don’t care about our son but I do and I won’t sit back and let him throw his life away.”
Through my peripheral vision I saw Dad leer and I braced myself for his response.
“We’re lucky enough to live a day and age where divorce is a viable option. Hopefully Grayson is smarter than us and will know when to walk away.”
Oh Christ.
I snuck from the foyer, leaving them both to glare at one another. I’d never have a healthy relationship, I just knew it. Not when I had a houseful of whacko role models.
2
Mal
I don’t know why I let Blake Mavis upset me. She was nothing but a stupid nerd who hadn’t even lost her virginity. She was a nobody, even if she was cuter than any of the losers I’d known.
I privately knew I only thought that because she reminded me of Britney Spears with those light brown eyes and honey-blonde hair. But she also reminded me of her brother who was all wrong for my sister.
Who would have guessed that a puppy-love high school romance would have resulted in the two staying together? I certainly didn’t see it coming any more than my parents who had tried to stop it unsuccessfully.
Ella hadn’t even gone to college, much to the chagrin of my mother who blamed Grayson entirely for that and while I wasn’t sure if that was true, it was easier to accept Mom’s position on the matter than accept that Ella just wasn’t smart enough to pursue post-secondary education.
“Before that deadbeat came along, you had a future, Ella! Now you sit at home and make Myspace videos, hoping to be discovered!” Mom howled. “You are young! You don’t need to waste your life because Grayson Mavis can’t get into college.”
“I love him,” my sister stubbornly maintained. “And if he can’t come with me to college then I’m staying here with him.”
Never had I heard anything stupider in my life, mostly because I knew Ella wasn’t getting into college anyway but I had to admit, it was interesting to see that my sister had stopped chasing after every boy who looked at her. She wasn’t the same at twenty as she had been at sixteen, something that I begrudgingly admit was Grayson’s doing.
He must have one golden cock, I mused. I couldn’t think of any other reason they had stayed together so long, not when I’d seen Ella come home after dates in tears more times than I could count.
They fought on the phone constantly and had broken up at least six times by my recollection. Yet they kept going back for more.
No thanks, I thought grimly as I made it to the car my parents had bought me as an early graduation present. You could not force me to stay in a situation like that. I’ll never make a woman cry the way Grayson does my sister. He’s such an asshole.
And so was his sister.
It had been hours since I’d run into Blake at the coffee house. I’d been to Troy Baker’s house and the library since and yet Blake’s words kept rolling around in my head like she had just said them to me.
Like Ella is the bad guy in their relationship. She might not be perfect but I doubt that Grayson comes home in tears every night.
I stopped the car in the driveway and shivered at the cold blast of air to my face.
The lights were on in the front entrance but the house was remarkably still. It instantly unnerved me.
“Hello?” I yelled. “Anyone home?”
I saw my dad’s keys on the hall table and my mom’s purse on the bench but they weren’t making a peep.
“Mom? Dad?”
I heard low voices as I sauntered further into the house, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling slightly as though I sensed danger.
“…she could be pregnant?”
“Oh my God, Victor, please don’t say that!” Mom cried. I knocked on the door to the office and both my parents straightened guiltily.
“Oh, Mal, you’re home,” Mom sighed, her body relaxing slightly.
“Who’s pregnant?” I asked nonchalantly, flopping onto a chair facing my dad’s across the desk. The exchanged a nervous look and Dad laughed shortly.
“No one…that we know of yet…”
“What are you guys talking about then?” I leaned forward and grabbed a hard candy that my father always kept on his desk. As I unwrapped it and popped it into my mouth, my mom answered.
“Your sister and Grayson Mavis are getting married.”
Down the candy went, sliding into my windpipe and logging there. For several seconds, my parents mistook my choking for a look of disbelief.
“I know,” Mom sighed. “We’re as shocked as you are.”
I rose, waving my arms, wrapping my hand around my throat to indicate I couldn’t breathe. Panic began to settle in when I realized it wasn’t going down by itself.
“She is an adult, Carmen, even if we don’t want to think of her like that. We can’t make her call off the wedding any more than we could force her to stop seeing that brute.”
“She swears he doesn’t hit her, Victor but what if she’s lying? Abused women—”
I slammed both fists against the table, rattling all the contents on the surface and they turned to me angrily.
“Mal, for God’s sake— “Mom’s face shifted from annoyance to terror when she saw what was happening. “Oh my God! Victor, he’s turning blue! He’s choking!”
I saw black spots but before I could succumb to unconsciousness, my dad had scaled the desk and had his arms pressed firmly around me, his fists beneath my sternum. A few good presses later and the culprit candy flew clear across the room.
“O
h honey!” Mom sobbed, grabbing at me as Dad released me. “Are you okay?”
It took me a few seconds to collect myself but when I finally managed to speak, it wasn’t my near-death experience on my mind.
“The hell she is marrying that asshole!” I sputtered between gasps. “You can’t let her do that!”
A look of relief crossed over Mom’s face as she realized that I wasn’t dead and she sighed heavily.
“Your father is right, honey. There’s nothing we can do that we haven’t already tried. She’s twenty years old. She’s free to marry whomever she wants.”
“You’re just going to sit back and let her? Just like that?” I demanded, aghast.
“I’m paying for the wedding,” Dad answered and I felt a rush of heat burst through me. I wondered why I was so angry. It’s not like Ella and I had ever been that close, really. I still thought she was a brat and she thought she was way more mature than me. But she was still my sister and knowing that she was throwing her life away to be with someone like Grayson Mavis…
I needed to mind my own business. I knew that but I couldn’t help but hear Blake in my head again, mocking me. Idly, I realized that Blake was probably as pissed off as I was.
Wait a second…if they get married, will that make Blake and I in-laws?
I’d have to Google that. It gave me chills to think about it. As if I didn’t hate her snotty little face as it was. Now we were going to be family?
No, no way. I couldn’t let that happen. It wasn’t right.
“Mal, it’s important that we show our solidarity as a family with Ella,” Dad told me. “The Mavises are messed up. She won’t get any support from them, that’s for certain.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that but I knew he was right, even then. There was no point in giving Ella hell for making such a stupid choice. She was so naturally contrary, she’d be apt to get married just to stick it to us, even if she didn’t want to. Maybe that’s what Dad had in mind—show her unconditional support and maybe she’d come to her senses.
Reverse psychology. That might work because Ella’s still kind of a brat at heart.
“Gotcha, Dad,” I agreed. “I’ll show her nothing but my support.”
