Dirty Chaos

by L. A. Corvill

  “So, how are you guys here? It’s past lunchtime. Aren’t you guys getting in trouble?” I say, trying to make conversation. I can feel the tension in the room.

  “We are there. Not physically, but on the computer we are,” Brian says. Typical, they probably flirted with the attendance clerk again. “And so are you.”

  “Thanks. So you want to go downstairs and watch TV?” I ask as I get up again and make my way to the doorway. “I have been in bed all morning and now I am hungry. I want to go downstairs, I feel cooped up.”

  “Sure,” I hear him say as I walk down the stairs. I hope that Abuela made some food before she left.

  Walking into the kitchen, I spy a plate on the counter. Jackpot. There is a note attached: “Boys are silly and they suck most of the time. Kiss and make up.” Abuela and her advice. The lid comes off and my stomach rumbles from the smell alone.

  “Are you eating, too?” I ask as I get more plates.

  “No. I had a big breakfast this morning. Besides, Coach has me on an all protein diet, so I get full very quick,” Brian says, as he gets a water from the fridge and sits on a barstool.

  As I finish eating, my phone chimes.

  Luka: Hey, Lola, how do you feel?

  Lola: Not so hot. Brian is here.

  Luka: Why? What happened? Is there any blood?

  Lola: Well…

  Luka: I don’t like the sound of that. Any room for me?

  Lola: Yes. Come over. I have had Brian’s company for 17 years already.

  As I type the last text, I hear the doorbell ring. What? He is here already and I am still in my pajamas.

  “OMG. That’s Luka. Brian, can you let him in? I am going to go change real fast and clean up.”

  “Why are you changing?” Brian asks.

  “Because… he’s a boy.”

  “Don’t act like a girl, Lola.”

  “Hello, I am a girl. How many times do I have to tell you?” I yell as I run up the stairs.

  “You know what I mean.”

  I rush into my room and take off my pants. I grab some jean shorts and a bra on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I can hear voices coming from downstairs but can’t make out any words. I rush because I don’t want any kind of trouble.

  Rushing back down, I come to a stop at the end of the stairs. My breath leaves my body as I take in Luka standing there in all his glory. And he is mine. He smiles as he sees me and walks toward me, giving me a quick peck on the lips. I still blush completely.

  “Well, I’ve got to be going. I have to check on Nolan,” Brian says as he makes his way to the front door. I haven’t stopped looking into Luka’s eyes, twirling my hair with my finger.

  “Oh God! She’s twirling her hair. Next, she will be getting her period.” Brian says as he closes the door. That snaps me out of my teenage love cloud and I quickly unravel my hair from my finger.

  “So, what’s up? How was school today?” I ask as I lead him to the living room.

  “Boring. You weren’t there,” he responds.

  “Well, did you at least take notes for me?”

  “Of course not. That’s what I have my fan club for,” he smirks.

  “Funny,” I say, punching him in the stomach. He chuckles and hugs me to him before we fall onto the couch.

  “So did you guys clear the air?” I know he is concerned about my relationship with the boys, not only about the relationship he knows about but also about the one he suspects.

  “No. I think things may have gotten worse. Our relationship is difficult to manage, because if it were anyone else, I would not care what they say or do. But, it was someone that I love thinking that about me, and that bothers me and hurts me. Plus, he said other things today. I just don’t know how to fix it or if I want to.”

  “Do I need to kick his ass? I will.” I believe him.

  “Not today, but I will let you know if you do.”

  “How are they taking all the changes?” he asks, as we get more comfortable on the couch.

  “You mean you and I? Well, Brian is taking it well, but that is in his nature. He just goes with the flow. Nolan, well, not so great. He is the hothead of the three of us. I just don’t know where our friendship is anymore, so it’s a good thing that I like you a lot because one of my oldest friendships is on the line.”

  “You like me?” He asks, kissing me on my head.

  “At times,” I say, smiling since other times I think the feelings he has awakened in me go deeper than that.

  “Just let me know how I can help. Brian and I talked before you came down stairs, the whole big brother/boyfriend talk. I think we may actually become friends. Have you told them about auditioning for WDA?”

  “Well…” I have not mentioned it.

  “You haven’t told them?”

  “I have had so much on my mind lately. I would like to tell then on my own time, maybe when I actually get in.” I’m scared of that conversation. We had always talked about going to the same university since we were kids, about getting an apartment together off campus. The boys would be on athletic scholarships, and I would be a dance major, having wild parties (this was back when I thought I was going to be a wild party animal, what a bust).

  “Lola, that’s a given. I have seen you dance, you are mesmerizing,” he says as he gives my body a sizzling once over, making me blush. “Nolan and I talked about you this morning too. I will kill him if he ever makes you cry again.” His heated gaze turns cold when he says that.

  “Good. Gives those boys hell for me.” I smile. “I would hate for it to be awkward between the three of you, if and when we all fix our relationship.” I look at the clock on the wall and it reads almost five. Where has the time gone? “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be at the track already? Remember, no distractions.”

  “You are my favorite,” he says as he grabs my chin making me come closer to him.

  “I’m your favorite what?”

  He leans in towards my lips. “My.” Kiss. “Favorite.” Kiss. “Distraction.” He takes my lips between his. He is totally my favorite distraction too.

  The days have been passing by quickly. My parents arrived this past weekend, due to the holidays that are fast approaching. Nolan and I have not spoken. I have been hanging out with Luka during lunch. Brian and I talk almost every day, him trying to help in bringing us together. I know he hates that he is in the middle and he doesn’t want to choose, but I don’t see that happening even if Nolan begs.

  My abuela has been going from here to there planning Thanksgiving for the less fortunate. I have been procrastinating in regards to helping her. My time and my life only have one purpose: Luka. He was there when I recorded my video application. Just having him there gave me a calm that I used to only associate with places like the track and the studio, but now it’s him. He was also there when I received the invitation for a live audition in Dallas next month. He saw me go bipolar for about two hours. I cried, yelled, cried, jumped around, and laughed.

  I drive toward the track to help Luka with his training and to spend time with him. It has been thirty minutes since the last time I saw him and I miss him. It was weird at school the first few days when we started to hold hands or show a little PDA, but the shock has worn off. I guess Nolan’s outburst helped, since by the time I went to school everyone had already gossiped about it and the fact that I wasn’t a lesbian after all.

  I park my Jeep next to the garage, opening the side door to get my bike and gear that are stashed inside. I suit up and walk my bike closer to the gate so I can start it. I can see Luka taking his turn on the track. He has been getting better on time and speed. He still doesn’t know if he wants to just go for racing or also try the X-Games freestyle competitions where all he has to do is stunts. He just wants to make money to help his mother and sister. We have not even talked about what is going to happen to us once we graduate. Things are so new and fragile we don’t want to jinx it, I guess.

  I see him bring it in as I wait o
n the sidelines. God, he is so hot, from his hair to his feet. I just want to run my hands through his hair, like I have done for the past few weeks when we kiss. We make out a lot. I just love the way his lips feel on mine. I think we are getting close to moving to the next step.

  He parks his bike and goes to remove his helmet as I lean my bike against the fence. I walk over to him and I don’t waste any time with hellos; it has been thirty minutes since the last time I touched him and I’m craving more. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips to mine. I want to eat him up one kiss at a time.

  “Well, hello baby,” Luka says between kisses. I think he talks too much.

  “Baby, can I catch my breath?”

  “Why? Breathing is overrated.” I smile. I can feel him smiling too.

  “How did I look out there? Stop distracting me,” he says, moving a little to adjust his bike better and to get off.

  “Why? Didn’t you say the other day that I was your favorite distraction? Your words, not mine.” I look up at him with a smile and he is looking at me waiting. “Still coming in too wide, you will lose time. Make sure you stay close to the inner circle and make sure you are not afraid to gun it. The last jump was not clean, and you will lose time trying to control your bike. It’s all about the time and coming in first. You are coming along very well. You have gone down 3.5 seconds on your time,” I tell him as his mouth hangs a little open.

  “You have no idea how hot that was. I missed all that. I was thinking about how lucky I am that I got the biker chick.”

  “Excuse me, I am no biker chick. I’m a motocross rider,” I say as I untangle myself from his arms and making my way back to my bike.

  “Ready for your take down biker chick?” He smirks as he turns to move to the starting line.

  “Eat my dirt,” I say as I also go toward the start line. I get my phone out to start the timer. I see I have a missed message from my grandmother, but I ignore it. I know we had a meeting today for the TurkFest, but I don’t want to be stuck with all those boring old people when I can be with my boyfriend. I slide the screen and set the timer. I see Luka do the same. We both take off when we hear the vibration of the phone. He is getting better; he beats me by 2.2 seconds.

  “Yeah! I won!” he yells, coming toward me and giving me that smile that I love. It makes him glow.

  “Whatever,” I say as park my bike on the stand and move to get off. I take off my helmet when I feel his arms around my waist, turning me toward him. He proceeds to twirl me around in circles around the track, making me laugh. He does it until I start to feel sick. I tap his shoulder, making him stop.

  “I think I am going to be sick,” I say as I clutch my stomach.

  “Not on me please.” He takes a step back.

  I move closer to him, jumping on him and wrapping my legs around him. “Why not? Don’t you want to share everything with me?” I say, sounding serious.

  “Heck no, that’s gross.” He walks with me toward one of the hills that actually has grass. It’s for spectators when Jack has his Fourth of July festivities. He falls carefully on his knees and lays me on the grass, holding most of his weight on his forearms as they rest beside my head. Looking into his eyes, I can see the heat in them melting me completely. He leans in to capture my lips, and I automatically wrap my arms and legs around him, not letting him go. He sags into me as he takes my head in his hands and rotates us so now I am on top of him. I start to move against him with ease. I can’t get enough of him. He completes me in a way that I didn’t know I was missing. It’s like every part of me was made to connect with every part of him. He moves his lips off my lips and goes down my neck, making me gasp.

  “I need you.” I pant into the open air as he continues to assault my neck, moving further south. I feel his hands running inside of my shirt, skimming the underside of my bra. These riding shirts were not made to make out in.

  “Off,” is all he says as he yanks my shirt, dragging it up and over my head, and throwing it on the ground. He goes back to kiss my neck and chest, making me moan. The friction I’m getting with rubbing myself against his leg is making me wetter and wetter. I have never felt this good with just foreplay.

  I feel the cold wind on my hot body making me shiver. His mouth moves down to my breast, removing the lace of my bra with his teeth.

  “Is this what you learned up north in school?” I whisper. He just nods, me never realizing he unhooked my bra until it’s gone. He turns me over again and I can feel the grass sticking to my back. Can you get grass burn like you do with carpet?

  He gets up quickly, kneeling in between my legs and removing my pants in the process until I’m bare to him. “Beautiful perfection,” he says as he stands to removes his clothes faster than his time doing laps.

  What he uncovers leaves me breathless. God, he is gorgeous. He has a lean body, and naked he is a work of art, all muscle. Then there are the tattoos yeah, I hit the jackpot. This is what it’s supposed to feel like when you have sex with the right person: complete and utter bliss. I hear my phone ring, my mother’s ringtone sounding, followed by my father’s. I am too far gone to care. I find my release followed by Luka’s. I feel like I am melting into the ground, liquefied into nothing but a puddle of glorious goo. I feel the love through every kiss and caress. He makes love to me while still giving me the hardness I crave.

  “That was amazing,” I say when I get my breath back. He moves off me and takes care of the condom. He puts on his pants and gives me his shirt. I put it on since I’m too hot to get back into my pants.

  “Yes it was. When can we do it again?” He smiles, laying back and wrapping me in his arms. I lay my head on his very hot chest. I can smell us on him and it’s my new favorite smell.

  “Whenever you want. If it always feels like this, I’m game.” I snuggle more into him. I can hear my phone ringing in the background. I know my parents are probably upset that I stood up my abuela, but I’ll make it up to her tomorrow. She will understand.

  I stare at the sky and see a shooting star. “Hurry, make a wish.” I nudge Luka.

  “Why? Everything I would wish for is in my arms already.”

  “You’re so cheesy,” I say, but the comment still makes me blush and I feel like jumping for joy.

  “It’s the truth, babe.” He hugs me, turning us sideways, leaving my face under his chin where I lick his neck, making him tighten his arms.

  “Lola,” he growls.

  “What? It’s not my fault you taste so good.” I continue, licking his neck and alternating with kisses.

  “You really want to go at it again?” he whispers lazily, snuggling more into me.

  I shake my head no, I feel utterly spent. My body hasn’t completely recouped yet.

  “I love that I can see the stars so clearly here and the fresh air is amazing. I’m so glad my mother and sister love it here. I can’t wait to start competing and winning so I can buy my mom her own home.” That is Luka’s main goal to be able to provide for his mother and sister; he feels that he needs to step into his father’s shoes.

  I hear my phone ring again and cut off mid ring. Shit, my battery. It was already running low. I hate to cut this short, but I know my mother is probably freaking out that I haven’t returned her call. I bring my head up to look at Luka to say that I have to go, but just looking at him astounds me and I lean in to kiss him.

  “I have to go,” I say sadly. I really don’t want to go. I make many attempts to get up, only to end up on top of Luka, kissing him. “I really have to go.” I make my last attempt and he lets me go. He gets up too and we dress together silently. He walks me to my Jeep and leans in for a final kiss and hug.

  “Call me when you get home,” He orders.

  “My phone is dead.” I pick up my phone and show it to him.

  “Ok, be careful.” He leans away and waves. I see him get into his car too.

  Both of us drive away.

  I get home and throw my bag on the counter, going toward the
fridge to get something to eat. Luka really worked up my appetite today. I smile at the thought. I think I am falling in love with him. Every moment I spend in his arms is the best moment I have ever spent alive. He makes me feel things I have not felt before. I am placing my findings on a plate when I hear a ring go off. Is that a house phone? Funny, I didn’t think we had one of those, with everyone having cells and all. I don’t make a move to go pick it up; whoever it is, it is not for me. I hear the beep for them to leave a message.

  “Lola, baby, are you home? We have been trying to call you. Please call us ASAP. It’s your abuelita…” My mom’s voice sounds kind of muffled as she ends the message. I look for my phone but remember it doesn’t have battery, so I can’t use it. I run toward the counter and dial my mom’s cell on the house phone. She picks up on the first ring and starts talking immediately, not giving me a chance to say hello.

  “Lola, you need to get to the hospital now. Mom had a heart attack. Baby, I don’t think it is looking good.” She begins to cry.

  “I’m on my way.”

  I rush to my Jeep and take off. I keep praying that everything is okay. My abuelita can’t die, she just can’t. I have so much to share with her. She needs to know about Luka and that I got a spot to audition for the WDA next month. She always wanted to see me perform on a professional stage. We have talked about it all my life. Please, God keep her safe. My parents would be mad about how reckless I am driving, but I don’t care.

  I make what is normally a fifteen-minute drive to the hospital in six minutes. I park and run toward the front desk.

  “I’m looking for my grandmother,” I tell the nurse behind the desk.

  “Her name?”

  “Sofia Fernandez.”

  “Second floor, ICU, but I think she is still in surgery.”

  I run toward the elevators and press the button for the second floor. It bings, signaling that it has arrived at my floor. As I step out of the elevator, I see my parents talking to a doctor. I see my mother clinging to my father crying hysterically. My father is hugging her to him as the doctor turns and leaves.