The knocking on the door was rapid and random, done by a panicked young man. He was pounding on the door and trying to get the attention of the occupants, but it wasn’t
working. It didn’t seem like anyone was going to answer, but he didn’t stop.
There was even a noise of acknowledgment from the other side of the door, but still, he did not stop knocking.
It was then that the hellcat stepped in.
From atop a shelf where pictures of a young Owen and Ruby were, Oreo leaped onto Sebastian’s shoulder, clawing down the young man’s arms. “Owowowowowowowow!”
The cat slid down his arm and to his legs, where he again scratched him.
Then, there was more yelling, this time from a different person. “I told him to get that fucking cat in his room!”
The voice yelled, and then the door finally opened, revealing an angry looking Owen Lyon, and a Trixie Kingsley who was wearing only a baggy t-shirt that belonged to her man, sitting on the bed.“What the fuck do you want, Baby Bash?! I’m fucking busy!”
Owen snapped, shaking his head “You’re suspended! And don’t call me that, it’s embarrassing...”“Trixie, tell Baby Bash I’m busy.”
Crossing her arms, while rolling her eyes, Trixie scolded her boyfriend, “Don’t be rude, Owen. He said don’t call him Baby Bash.”
Her chocolate eyes went from her man to the other man, “Well, anyways, Baby Bash, what do you want? I was just about to get some.”
Not so subtly hinting where her mind was at.
Owen looked over at Trixie and shook his head. Really? Before he could speak and try again to shoo Sebastian out of his room, though, Sebastian immediately unloaded. “I need help! I made a big mistake and I’m screwed and you’re the only one I can ask and if I ask anyone else they’re gonna make fun of me, or like Scott will beat me up! Wait, didn’t you and Trixie break up? What is she doing here? Why is she naked?”
Should she let Owen answer? Nah! That wouldn’t be fun. Standing up, making her way next to her boyfriend, she leaned her head against his arm, “I am naked because we had sex all night and we were going to have even more sex, right now.”
Then she showcased her left hand, with the ring, “We kissed and made up, BB. Now please! Do tell.” “We ought to just let Scott slap him around.”
Owen stated, rolling his eyes as he let Bash inside, who shut the door behind himself.“I lied. I lied a lot, about… I lied about having a girlfriend! And now I need to find one because I decided I wanted to go to school with you guys, and like, I need… help. Do you have any ideas? You’re the only one that I can get help from, because like… Scott will just be an asshole and everyone else will just bully me.”
Bash complained, and Owen stepped toward him.“Oh, you motherfucker. You motherfucker. ‘She goes to another school,’ he says!”
Owen snapped, and Sebastian visibly cringed and shrunk a bit, as if he thought Owen might hit him. “Are you kidding me?!”“Shuuuush, Kitty. It’s okay.”
Trixie naturally responded to Owen’s moment of hysteria, before turning her head towards Sebastian and questioning his… action, “... what was the purpose? To lie about that specific thing?” “I don’t know, all my uncles think I should be a lady killer like my grandfather was, but I’m really not, and now I’m just fucked, aren’t I? Scott will never let me hear the end of it.”
Sebastian said, shaking his head in despair. Owen looked at him and scoffed.“You’re such a bitch, dude. I think I have an idea, but it’s gonna cost you. Like, actual cash. You got cash, right?”
He asked, and in response, Sebastian reached inside of his jacket pocket and pulled out a wrapped stack of hundred dollar bills, proudly denoted as ‘$5,000.’ “That might do it. Let me make a call.”
Owen shook his head and put his phone to his ear after tapping a contact that he hadn’t in a long time.Ring ring
.“If Meg doesn’t pick up you’re fucked. But she likes me, so maybe she’ll answer.”“Wait, you’re calling, Magnolia? She hates me.”
Trixie was coming to realize a lot
of people didn’t like her. “Why are you calling her? Because she’ll do anything for a fucking buck?”
There was a time where she might
have almost gotten in a cat fight with the bitch, who overstepped her boundaries, touching Owen like he was her’s. Trixie was not pleased.
Damn, Trixie could be so violent sometimes. Owen made a mental note to help Trixie make nice with all the people in her life that she hated or that hated her. All that hate was going to go straight to her thighs. Wait, that might not be too bad… “Well, yeah, Meg can be bought.”
Came Owen’s nonchalant reply, not realizing that his friend had just answered the phone.“Is that so?”
‘Magnolia’ purred on the other line. There was a reason why she went with Meg, she disdained that name, with every fiber of her being, “You gonna’ fight again?”
Yeah, if he was trying to buy her for something, might as well negotiate, so she ends up winning
. “No, not interested.”“You fucking pussy.” “Winning gets tiring. Lookin’ to rent you.”
Owen wasn’t going to get baited, not when there was serious business that needed to be done. Did this count as ‘serious’ business? He supposed it did, since Little Bash would cry and whine to his parents if Owen didn’t help out.
Sebastian glanced over at Trixie, with a confused look on his face. “Wait, who’s Meg?” “A hot girl with nothing to lose.”
Concise. Straight to the point. That was Meg in a nutshell. No money, besides what she got on her own, with looks she uses as a weapon. “Your girlfriend makes me sound dumb. Am I on speaker?” “No, and you’re not going to be. Be here in five minutes. No more than six.”
Owen responded. If Trixie and Meg were going to have a fight, then he at least wanted it to be in person so he could watch them roll around on the ground together. Maybe they’d have a mental break and kiss.“If I wasn’t in the area already doing business, you’d be out of luck, bud. You do realize I live in the Valley, right? Whatever. See you in five.”
The line went dead. “Did you seriously invite her over, Owen?!”
Trixie unlatched from his arm, anger building up inside her tiny body. “As if finding out my best friends are fucking lying cunts weren’t enough, you invited her?!”
Here we go. He forgot about this part; the jealousy part. Now, Owen was into it, but sometimes it got to be a little much. Meg was a friend, nothing more, and eventually Trixie would learn that. Probably, though? Not today. “I surely did. Now, I’m gonna turn around and I’m gonna push Baby Bash here out the door, so he can go wait on the porch and buy himself a girlfriend. When I turn back around, you’re going to be naked again. Any questions?”
Owen said, looking down at Trixie after she finished screeching at him.
Glaring up at him, while biting her tongue, Trixie didn’t say a word, but it was obvious she had gotten quite heated. Meg didn’t have any boundaries and Trixie wasn’t stupid. Meg adored Owen and always was on his dick about fighting. Tsk. Owen took the silence as compliance, and turned, putting a hand on Bash’s shoulder and pushing him toward the door. “C’mon, now. She’ll be here in five minutes. She’s like a shark, just wave the money around and the clothes come off. You’re smart, you’ll figure it out.”
Despite the assurances that came from Owen, Bash’s worried, and hurried complaints were quick. “Wait, what? What if she doesn’t like me? What if I don’t have enough? What do I say? I don’t know how to do this! I’ve never bought a person before!”“DON’T. CARE.” Slam.
Owen turned around. Trixie did exactly
what he said and a little bit more. Along with being naked, on his bed, with a still angry face on, her legs were open. She’s been waiting for this literally all morning. What? Five minutes later
Having changed out of her red edm outfit into more casual
wear, well once the police chase was over and done with, Meg pulled up onto the front lawn of one of the houses on the Four Corners, with a Fischer MRX 650 that she may
have obtained by illegal means. After taking off her black helmet, waving her hair so that it can drop in place, on her shoulders, she hooked the safety gear on the handle and made her way to the porch where a boy she didn’t recognize was standing, waiting. Her long, sharp nails that resembled black claws ran through her sleek hair, before she aggressively asked, “Who are you?”
Yikes. This was the one? Well, she was hot, at least Trixie was right about that. Her attitude though, that was definitely there… and wasn’t exactly
what Bash had been imagining when he’d lied about his girlfriend, but hey. Beggars can’t be choosers, and bro was definitely
a beggar at the moment. He stood up, and gave her a wide smile. “Hi. I’m Sebastian Lyon. Owen said I could rent you?”“Wait, come again. What is your name?”
Her resting bitch face turned quickly to bafflement. Did he say he was… Sebastian
There was a pause, before he repeated himself, staring at her. Was she dumb? Maybe she was dumb. “Sebastian Lyon.”“You’re fucking funny. You are not the goddamn Reaper.”
This was a joke. Owen was playing — a practical joke on her. “Okay, where is Owen, Sebastian?”
She said sarcastically. Not really wanting to talk to a poser. “...no, that’s my grandfather. I’m, uh, named after him? Owen’s upstairs with Trixie. You probably shouldn’t interrupt them. I wouldn’t, anyway.”
This was going absolutely terrible, wasn’t it? Maybe he should have just taken the L and fought Scott. “Look, do you wanna do it or not?”“Oh, gross. Owen can do so much better.”
Meg’s annoyance flooded her demeanor, before she tilted her head at the boy named after the great Lyon. “Sex? Right here? Sure. How much?” “Troy would execute us if we had sex on his porch,”
was BB’s response, then he shook his head. That wasn’t what he wanted at all! His words were jumbled and his intentions were marred by them. “I just want you to pretend to be my girlfriend! Like, come to school with me, and stuff.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew the stack of bills, holding it out in her direction. “This much?”“Woah, woah, woah, buttercup.”
Meg looked at the large
stack of money, pushing it away with her hands. Dude, how old was this kid? He did not seem to be a Lyon, like at all. Did he know what he was even saying?
So a girlfriend, huh. That was… ‘sweet’. There’s got to be more to it (and perhaps she could get more out of this). “Don’t you know how to do business? You don’t just show your hand right off the back, dumbass.”
Even if her words were offensive, she meant well. “So... let me get this straight, you want me to pretend to be your girl. Correct?” “Dude, if you think that’s all the money I have, then you don’t know who I am. I can make double that in less than ten seconds”
Sebastian said, in an almost dismissive voice as he looked at her as if she were crazy. With the few seconds that it took him to say that, there was the flash of the Lyon blood flaring up in him. “...yeah, pretend to be my girl. I need people to believe I have a devoted girlfriend.”
And just like that, it was gone.
Okay, now she could see it. “For how long? And I want money weekly.” “Five grand a week? You’d better have a high libido.”
There wasn’t much on this planet worth that much money,“You’re the one that needs a fake girlfriend, not me. Five grand. Every week.” “Whatever, man. And I just haven’t found time to get a real girlfriend!”
He seemed to be slipping in and out of living up to his namesake. “I guess three weeks. Then I’ll dump you. And you have to be really fucked up about it on social media.”
Rather than immediately respond to him, she stepped up on the porch and grabbed his shirt’s collar, yanking him closer to her, “Sounds good to me, baby.”
And with that, she closed the deal with a kiss. Owen was right. She would do anything for money.