“Yeah I’ve thought about it. Shit she’s fucking hot and every time she shimmies that ass….”
“Mhm,” Aaron agreed. “What is it they say, dynamite comes in small packages? That girl is a fucking munitions building full of it.” We laughed and high fived each other. What? He’s not wrong!
“She’s amazing, man. That’s all I’m going to say. So let’s stop talking about her before I have to go jack off in the bathroom.”
The recording was finished and Amber was calling her JuJu to listen. Putting her on speaker, she greeted her. “Bon soir, ma JuJu! Comment va ma belle fille?” Rich laughter sounded over the phone and a raspy voice answered.
“Oh ma chère you know how to make an old woman feel good! I am fine, baby girl, jus’ fine! Now whatchu doin’ callin’ your old JuJu? You should be out with ya friends and runnin’ from da boys. But not too much. You gone hafta let one o’dem catch you now,” JuJu giggled.
“JuJu stop!” Amber giggled. “I wanted to tell you that I qualified for the California State Vocal Solo and Ensemble competition! If I win, I get a four year scholarship to Berkeley College of the Performing Arts!” Loud squeals echoed along with giggles and clapping. JuJu was so excited, she was speaking in French.
After the excitement settled down, JuJu asked “so whatchu gone sing, angel?”
“Well,” Amber took a deep breath. “I sent you a video of what I’m thinking would be a good choice. My friend Ryder is playing the piano. Did you get it?” She heard JuJu fumble around with her cell phone and then she heard the trill of the piano.
“Oh ma fille précieuse, you gone sang my song!”
“I really want to, JuJu but I don’t think I have the talent to do it justice. Not like you do.”
“Aw honey you outshine me any day!” The tremble in JuJu’s voice gave way to silent sobs. “You know how proud your Grandpapa would be of you? He standing in heaven right now tellin’ everybody to listen to his angel sing.” Tears gathered in Amber’s eyes. Thyra wrapped her arm around the girl’s shoulders.
“This is now your song, ma chère. Now you go to that contest and you knock ’em dead with it!” That was all Amber needed to hear. If JuJu approved, she knew she would win.
“I’m gonna do it, JuJu! I’m gonna do it for Grandpapa and for you!”
“Naw, baby. You do it for you.” JuJu wiped her eyes and sniffled loudly. “I always knew you were sent from the angels themselves. Your gift ‘bout to come out in spades, Amber baby! You jes’ sit back and enjoy the ride! I got to go finish supper now. Je t’aime, ma chère!”
“Je t’aime aussi, ma JuJu!” Amber disconnected the call.
“I didn’t know you spoke French!” Miranda said. Amber rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Girl, I’m from Southern Louisiana born in bayou country. Of course I speak French!” I just stood there with Aaron leaning on my shoulder, captivated.
“You gonna go for it?” Aaron said in my ear. I shooed him away like an annoying fly. Sighing deeply, I knew I had a lot to think about. There was no doubt in my mind there was something drawing me to her. It was a very strong pull that I was finding hard to resist. But, did I want to bring her into the mess that was Brock Landry? Did I want to subject her to my jaded way of thinking? I didn’t know. Well, I wasn’t sure. I guess that’s different. Maybe. Hell I don’t know. I’m confused.
“I don’t know, man. She’s too good for me. She would be the first girl I would ever regret hurting. I couldn’t do it. Right now, I think it’s best I leave her alone.” For now. Aaron nodded his head.
“Yeah maybe,” he said, “but maybe you could see where this goes and actually find something worth keeping around.”
“You know, for the King of ‘I Don’t Do Relationships’, you actually have some wise words. What the fuck? You’re confusing me,” I laughed. Smiling broadly, Aaron clapped my shoulder.
The day ended in the Gundersen’s back yard with the guys playing football while the girls gossiped. I couldn’t help but sneak glances at a shirtless Brock. I was trying my hardest not to think of how the sweat rolled down his delicious abs into the waistband of his jeans. The girls had eventually paired off after the game was over, leaving me by myself on the stone patio.
“Need a ride home, Red?” Brock’s shadow fell across me in the dimming light of the sunset.
“Yeah, thanks. Looks everyone else is preoccupied,” I giggled. Taking Brock’s outstretched hand, I rose to my feet grabbing my bag and heading to the door. Once settled into Brock’s car, I tucked my legs under me and curled up in my seat. I gave him my address and leaned my head back with my eyes closed.
“Oh you don’t live far from me,” he rumbled. “Just a couple streets over.”
“Really? That’s nice,” I said. I could have smacked myself at my own lameness. Brock just chuckled.
“So it’s just you and your mom?” I nodded, not really sure how to make small talk with the Adonis sitting next to me.
“Yeah I live alone since my parents split. Got a big ass house all to myself. Guess they felt bad about disappearing again.”
“You live by yourself?” He nodded. “Wow. I think my mama would have a litter of kittens if I did that at seventeen.”
“I’d love to show it to you, if you got time. It’s just up the street here.” Oh dear Lord, I thought. I really need to say no and I really don’t need to look at him either. Yeah too late for that.
“Yeah sure. I’d love to see it.” Mentally face palming myself, I wondered what I just got myself into. Alone in a big house with Brock Landry, one of the biggest players at East Point? It was too late to back out when he pulled into the circular driveway. The large two story Victorian came into view and my jaw dropped.