A loud bang came from somewhere, waking him up from his sleep. His eyes started to open, but he could already feel the throb in his head from all the shots he drank last night. He rolled over to his back and rubbed his hands over his face to get the sleep out of his eyes, trying to remember what the hell happened last night when another clash rang out.
His eyes shot open, and he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. That’s when his eyes adjusted and saw a shit load of pink. Pink walls, pink sheets, and a ton of pink fucking pillows that were all around him. “Fuck.” He grumbled as his hands falling to the mattress. “I fucked Maria.” He looked over on the nightstand and grabbed his cell to see what time it was. “Shit, I’m late!”
He jumped out of bed, pulled on his pants, and threw on his shirt before slipping on his boots before going out and facing the woman who he slept with last night. He combed his hair back with his fingers hearing the bangings and swears before entering the kitchen.
When he stepped in, he saw his ex-girlfriend back turned to him as she tried to cook something. He took in that full tanned ass in her hot pink thong, the long brown hair flowing down her back, and all those curves. “Ah, shit.” He groaned, remembering just how fucking easy it was for that woman to get him back into her bed. “Maria…”
She whipped around with a spatula in her hand and a bra that was barely able to contain her tits. Her cheeks flushed as whatever was on the stove burned, and then rushed over. She jumped up and gave him a kiss that made him remember how she got him to go home with her last night. “I’m making you breakfast. I never did that before, and I wanted for us to have a new start. I even bought you your favorite coffee pods.” She smiled.
Owen didn’t say anything but was internally kicking himself and his stupidness. He knew Maria wanted to get back together, had been begging his ass for months now. But after last night, and what he saw this morning, he knew she thought that them hooking up last night meant they were back together.... but that was the last thing he wanted. “Maria, I don’t have time to eat. I’m late, and I’m the only one who has the keys to open the store.”
Her smile dropped, but then she started to pout as her fingers walked up his chest. “Just text them you’re going to be late. I’m sure Pauly won’t mind.” She giggled, pushing her boobs against him. “This way, I can send you off to work with a proper and very satisfying goodbye.”
He took ahold of her hands that were going under his shirt. “Look, I gotta go. Sorry.” He said, and nothing more.
Maria stopped, and then her lip started to tremble. “But I thought, after last night, I thought this meant we’re back together.”
“No, we’re not. I was drunk, and nothing’s changed between us just because we slept together. I don’t want you back.”
Her brown eyes blinked a couple of times at him and then shook her head. “You know that I had nothing to do with what Ed did. You know that, and I still said that I was sorry to you.” She whispered as tears started rolling down her face. “You know I love you, Owen. Right?”
There was a time when those tears would have him wanting to do anything to make them stop. But not anymore. “Well, I don’t love you. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it is.” He growled, letting her hands free and then turned to leave.
“Nobody just walks away from me, nobody!” She hissed from behind him. “You’ll be sorry for doing this to me. Do you hear me, asshole?!” Maria screamed, throwing a mug that barely missed his head and hit the wall. “I’ll make you pay for this!”
Without another word, he walked away from the temper tantrum. “I’ve been sorry since the first day I met you, you fucking psycho bitch.” He growled under his breath, slamming the door shut behind him.
He pulled out his cell and called himself a cab to get his ass to work before texting Pauly; he was on his way. “I’ve got to give that guy a key for occasions just like this.”
Twenty minutes later, the cab pulled up to his music store, seeing his employee Pauly sitting in his 95′ green corolla, with Sabrina, his other employee sitting on the hood waiting. “I’m sorry I’m late, guys,” Owen said, still shaking off the hangover and getting his keys out of his pocket.
Pauly was already out of his car with Sabrina close behind, blowing a bubble with her gum and twirling the long blue braid. “Paul, today, I’m getting you a key to the store, so this won’t happen again.”
“Sounds good to me, boss man. Do I get a raise too?” Pauly grinned.
“Why just Pauly?” Sabrina griped.
“Because Paul has been here longer then you have and comes in when I need him…and because I’m the boss,” Owen said, not wanting to get into a fight after the fucking morning he just had.
“Yeah, fine,” Sabrina said with a roll of her eyes but then smirked. “So why were you late this morning? Normally you’re here two hours before the store opens.” She grinned, catching up to him in her tennis shoes heels. “Oh, come on. Don’t be such a drag. I bet Pauly after you texted him that you were over at your ex’s place… so were you?”
“Shut it, Sabrina. I’m not in the mood right now.” He grumbled.
Pauly stopped in midstep and frowned. “Ah shit, you were with Maria? Man, I gave you more credit than that!” He groaned, taking out a twenty out of his wallet.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t.” Sabrina laughed, kissing the bill.
“I’m not talking about this shit with you guys.” He informed his two employees as he unlocked the door to his vintage record shop and music store. “Right now, I’m going to go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up before my first lesson shows up, alright.”
“Sure thing, boss man. But there’s no need to get your panties in a twist… I’m just stating is all.” Sabrina smirked.
Owen opened the door and walked in, flipping on the lights and turned off the alarm before stepping into the back to the bathroom. He always kept a fresh supply of t-shirts, deodorant, cologne, and a toothbrush and toothpaste for mornings just like this. After he freshened up, he glanced at himself in the mirror and shook his head. “You had your night of trying to drink your troubles away and look what that got you. So from now on, don’t be such a fucking pussy and just do what you have to do.” He growled at himself. Then popped an aspirin and walked out into the store.
At lunch, Owen went out and got Pauly a key so he could close tonight, and then left at four so he could go get ready for the show later that night. The cab dropped him off at The Stone, and he saw his 65′ mustang still sitting out front. At least he was smart enough not to drink and drive.
When he was about to walk inside, he had to mentally prepare himself for the shit that could be coming his way if the guys saw him leave with the queen of super bitches last night. But when he walked in, Jagger, Axel, and Ty were on stage talking, but Rocco was at the bar already having a beer and smirked. “Fuck.”
“Hey, the asshole returns!” Rocco shouted.
“Where do you think I’d be?” He asked.
“Don’t know, I thought Maria might have gone all Basic Instinct on your ass, and we would have to come and rescue you or some shit.” Rocco laughed along with Derik, the bartender, manager of The Stone, and also his cousin.
“Real funny assholes.” He growled.
Derik opened a soda and pushed it in front of him. “The way you walked out with Maria last night… fuck man, I thought I was going to have a full-blown porno show right here in the club! I couldn’t pry you off of her, so I got you a cab.”
“Was it really that bad?” Owen groaned.
“I threw up a little in my mouth.” Derik offered.
“Yeah, well, I was wondering if I should’ve gotten popcorn!” Rocco laughed.
“Just fucking great!” He sighed, taking a drink and then shaking his head. “Hey, make sure I only drink beer tonight… no matter what.”
“I’m not your fucking mom.”
“No, you’re my cousin, and after me telling Maria this morning that we aren’t getting back together, well, I have a feeling she could show up here tonight, and I need to be thinking straight when she does. So just do me a solid, okay?” He growled.
“Holy shit, that should be quite a shit show to watch if she does.” Rocco chuckled, slapping him in the back before walking away. “Hurry the fuck up. Jagger’s got a stick up his ass about getting the new song down.”
He watched Rocco walk away before turning back to Derik and the look on his face. “I know, I know, alright. So don’t say anything, Derik.”
“What were you thinking to get involved with that bitch again? She’s as vindictive as they come. And do I need to remind you that she gets off having guys fighting over her?” Derik said, leaning up against the counter. “I don’t think your mom could handle seeing you in the hospital again, so don’t fuck it up by getting back with her.”
“I’m not back with her, and I made sure she understood that this morning.” He grumbled, rubbing his hands over his face. “But damn it, that woman could suck and fuck a dead man back to life.”
“Well, that’s at least good to know because if Eduardo finds out she’s fucking you again, he could kill you this time around.”
“That guy is a fucking douche. He couldn’t even fight me himself. Instead, he had a group of guys jump me from behind and started beating the shit out of me. If it was just Eduardo and me… I would have beaten that mother fucker’s ass!”
“Yeah, I know, cousin. But that’s why you need to think before fucking with that crazy woman. You getting beat up because some guy can’t get over her… it’s a sick and twisted power trip with her.” Derik said, starting to wipe off the counter. “And Ed plays dirty man, really dirty.”
“Yeah, that’s one thing I do know.” He agreed drinking the rest of the soda. “I’ll keep the beers down to two tonight. The wrong head does all the thinking for me when I’m drunk. If I’m not drunk, then I won’t be fucking with Maria again.”
“Smart man.” Derik grinned. “You think you’d be looking for a girl that Aunt Norma would love and even the hated term… marry.” then laughed at Owen’s face. “It would make your mom happy to know that you were taken care of, especially if she got sick again.”
“You been talking to Aunt Karen?” He asked only to get a shrug from his cousin. “Well, I’ll work on it, for mom’s sake. But you don’t think Aunt Karen wants you to go out finding some woman to get hitched with? Maybe popping out a couple of babies or some shit?”
“Yeah, probably, but I date sluts… you date crazy!” He winked.
“Oh, you’re funny, really funny. But, thanks.” He chuckled, walking over to the stage.
Ty was on his base tunning it, Rocco was sitting at the drums, Axel was strumming his guitar, Jagger was warming up his voice, and Kevin stood off to the side adjusting all the electronics. The lights flashed, the audio was getting tuned, and Owen strolled over and picked up his guitar, putting it over his shoulder and plugged himself in. He glanced up and saw five assholes smirking at him, but he ignored them.
“Hey, there dip shit, have a good morning?” Jagger asked, making his way over with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Oh, it was fucking great. I woke up in a pink nightmare, then went out to tell the queen of the nightmare that fucking her brains out last night was a mistake.”
“Holy shit, I bet that went over well,” Jagger smirked.
“She threw a mug at my head...”
“Hey, you’re the moron that got sucked in with big tits and free pussy again, not me.” Jag chuckled.
“And you haven’t?” He growled back.
“Oh hell yeah, I have… but not form the same woman that had me fucking jumped and beaten the shit out of six months ago.”
“Damn it; you think I don’t know that? But I’m keeping it down to only two beers tonight.”
“Yeah, what set you off last night? You never go for the hard stuff?”
Owen didn’t want to get into it, but also knew Jagger wouldn’t leave him alone until he did. “I had to leave work yesterday to help my mom out. She forgot if she took her pills and was freaking the hell out.”
“You think she’s getting Alzheimer’s or something?” Jagger asked.
“No, its nothing like that. I think mom might be sick again, and that gives her anxiety attacks. Once she’s on one, it’s hard to calm herself down enough to think.”
“So, your mom might be sick again?” Jagger asked and got a shrug in return. “I’m sorry, man. That sucks, and it’s something I know all too well about.”
“Sometimes, I wish there was something more that I could do then just wait for the results.”
“Yeah, I know, but there isn’t.” Jag offered with a half-smile and started to walk off when he turned back around. “Hey, that reminds me. I wanted to ask you a favor.”
“My little sister is coming home today, and she hasn’t been home for a long time. I’m having Vivi bring her by tomorrow night to watch the show, and I thought it would be nice if you could be, well, nice to her.” Jagger explained.
Axle walked up and put his elbow on Jagger’s shoulder, wearing a big Axle like grin. “What are you two talking about?”
“So, Did you ask him yet?” Axle asked.
“Well, not in so many words, but yeah.” Jag grinned back.
“Are you asking me to ask your sister out… like on a date?” Owen asked, just to be sure.
“Yeah.” Jag and Axle said in unison.
“Can’t she get her own fucking date?”
Jagger’s hand went over his chin as he glanced up at the ceiling. “Well, you see my sister, she’s… fuck, how do I put this?”
Axle started laughing. “She’s innocent as fuck!”
Owen’s eyes went wide and then narrowed. “Are you telling me she’s like a virgin or something? Shit, has she been living like a fucking nun?”
“How in the fuck would I know if she’s a virgin or not? I don’t ask about my sisters’ love life, that’s fucking gross!” but then Jagger’s face got dark. “But if I find out one of those fucking dancing boys touched my little sister… I swear I’ll fly my ass to Russia to beat the living shit out of them!”
“Russia? Your sister lives in Russia?” Owen asked, now confused.
“Yeah, my sister is a ballerina. She’s been going to some fancy-ass ballet school since she was eleven.” Jag shrugged, then sighed. “Jojo’s life has been all work and no play forever. Her day starts at eight in the morning, and she gets home sometime between ten and midnight. And that’s when she’s not performing.”
“So, what does that mean to me?”
Jagger ran his hands over his face. “Look, she’s had her whole life dictated to her, and now she’s coming home to Bayside. I want her to have fun for once, especially with our mom being so sick. But at the same time, not be taken advantage of by some fucking asshole from around here.”
“Is she that hot?” Owen asked, glancing from Jagger to Axle.
“No, I’d say Jojo is cute, really cute, but nothing more.” Then Jagger frowned. “But she’s really fucking innocent.”
“Man, I don’t know…” He answered because the last thing he wanted was to take out some homely ass girl around Bayside... even if it was for a best friend.
“I think she’s going to head back to Saint Petersburg in a week or two. That’s it; then you’re done.”
“That long?” Owen said, seeing that was getting worse by the minute. “So, you want me to pretend to be her boyfriend or some shit?” He groaned with a shake his head.
Jagger’s eyes lit up. “Well, that would be perfect. The none kissing, none touching, and the none fucking kind of boyfriend.”
“Won’t she get pissed at you for this?” He asked.
“But she’s not going to, because she’s never going to know I asked you, is she.” Jagger winked as Owen stared at him. “Just take her out for dinner and a movie. That’s no big deal, right? Then if you think she’s nice, take her out two more times, and then she leaves to go back to Russia.” He offered, then sighed. “Look, I just don’t want to have her feel out of place while she’s here. I’m sure she’s going to be pissed off at me for not telling her how sick mom really was while she was touring.”
“What kind of touring was she doing?” He asked, thinking of rock bands and shit.
Axle laughed again. “Like Jag just said, she’s a ballerina brother. She was dancing all over Europe in the Nutcracker Suite.”
Owen didn’t want any part of what Jagger and Axle were cooking up, because those two were always in trouble. “Come on, guys. Don’t I already got enough shit on my plate. Why not ask Ty? I mean, he loves to do shit like this and show off to all the girls.”
“Ty is a fucking horn dog; you know that. He’ll make a play for Jojo in a hot second already knowing he’d take the beating I would give him. You think I want that ass taking my sister out?!”
“And you think I won’t make a play for her?”
“She’s not your type.” Jag shrugged.
“And what type is that?”
Axle chuckled. “Wholesome.”
Rocco stood up from the drums. “Just shut the fuck up already, we all know Owen’s going to do it. So, let’s get this shit going sometime today!”
“Thanks, man!” Jagger laughed, swatting him on the chest.
“I didn’t say yes, asshole!” He growled.
“But, we both know you’re going to.” Axle winked before starting to walk away.
“Hey, is Jagger telling the truth that she’s cute, or is she really that fucking ugly?”
Axle’s eyes lit up, and his smile grew. “Who, Jojo?” and Owen nodded. “Oh brother, she is the farthest thing from ugly. But don’t take my word for it. When you see her, you’ll see what I mean… and I would hate to be in your shoes.”
“Just play it cool and think of her like she’s your little sister. That way, everything will be fine.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“What do you think I mean? Jojo is Jagger’s baby sister, and he’s a pretty protective older brother. So, like I said, just play it straight, and all will be right in the world.” Axle advised before walking off.
“Just fucking great, thanks. You were a lot of help.” He growled, hearing Axle start laughing again.
They were only an hour into the practice when Jagger stopped singing and laughed right into the mic. “What the hell are you doing here, twinkle toes!” Then jumped off the stage, running off to the back by the bar.
Owen internally moaned, knowing it was Jagger’s sister, and could only imagine the girl that he was supposed to be taking out. At first, all he could see was a girl with pale blond hair getting twirled around in Jagger’s arms. But when Jagger finally let her go, Owen got a good look at her; and he rubbed his eyes from the sight.
She wasn’t a little girl, but a woman. She was tall, maybe five-six, with legs that went on for miles. She was slender, very slender, but even in the loose linen pants and tucked in tank top; he could see she had some curves. Her hair was the palest blond, and her skin was pale and looked soft to the touch. She was elegant, graceful, and classy. She was the type of woman that guys dreamed about but knew they weren’t good enough to get. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.
Axle came up from behind him and chuckled. “What did I tell you.”
“But Jagger said, she was cute.”
“Yeah, but that is his sister. Did you expect the ass to say she’s fucking gorgeous?” Axle laughed, smacking him on the back and jumping off the stage. “Jojo, what’s up, ballerina girl!”
Ty walked over and chuckled. “If I didn’t think Jagger and Axle would beat the living shit out of me… I’d tap that ass quicker than shit!”
Rocco groaned, going to get off the stage. “You tap anything, and Jag will kick your ass, and I won’t stop him… Jojo, it’s been too long, gorgeous! You going to teach me how to speak Russian so I can pick up some hot chicks?”
That’s when Kevin walked over. “I don’t envy you.”
“Because Jo is the total package. Well, if you like the marrying type. Sweet, beautiful, smart, and a dancer.” Kevin shrugged. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”
“You don’t have to worry about me, brother. I’ll take her out for dinner and that and be all. Believe me; She’s not my type.” He lied.
“Good to know. Then maybe I still have a chance with her.” Kevin grinned before getting off the stage.
Owen took off his guitar and got himself ready to meet Jagger’s little sister. He saw her smiling with all the guys and knew playing the uninterested best friend was going to be a bitch to fake. But maybe the guys were wrong about her, and she was going to be a stuck up snotty little bitch that thought she was too good for a guy like him. Because if she was that way, it would make it much easier for him not to want to kiss those soft-looking pink lips. “Fuck...”