Romeo And Juliet Roller Coaster
Author: C.C Phoenixx

Chapter 17
Fix 'Em Vic's Trouble Maker

After third period I slipped out of the school's doors and to my car.

Time for work.

I was about to start up the car until someone knocked on my window, startling me. Looking up, I saw Blue.

Rolling down the window, I demanded, "What do you want?"

"Where are you going?" he asked bluntly, his familiar green eyes flat, emotionless. It was as if I wasn't even his sister, just a person he was forced to talk to.

"Work," I growled, turning the key in the ignition, "Like I've been doing for the last month and a half."

"Where've you been living?" Blue questioned.

"Mac's." I put my foot on the gas and peeled out of the parking lot, I didn't feel like talking to him anymore. The day Mom kicked me out he had just sat back and watched, didn't even protest. I'm assuming Monroe got my room, probably wriggled his way in with my so-called friends...

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

So-called friends...The thought kept bouncing around in my head. We were all supposed to be best friends, but now Blue's become a stranger, Hayden's practically disappeared, I'm surprised Mac's let me stay in his house, and Jude's leaving next Sunday, the day after his birthday, and me...Well, I have no fuckin' clue what the hell I'm doing.

Better make up your mind, kiddo, a voice said in the back of my head.

And I did, right then and there.

"Hey, Bam," someone called as I walked into the auto body shop. It was called Fix 'Em Vic's. Lame, I know, but they pay well. Five bucks an hour and I usually work from ten in the morning to seven at night, plus there's a lot of work lately. So, I usually get around $45 a day.

I looked over and forced a smile. "Hey, Dash," I murmured to the lanky kid working on a Honda with an engine problem.

"You're early," he noted, tucking the shop cloth in his back pocket and striding over to me.

"Yeah, this was the only time I could get out of class," I muttered, glancing around the shop at the other six mechanics.

The shop was like a big warehouse with tin walls, car lifts at one end of the area, tool boxes littering the place, car parts every. Music was blaring from someone's radio and there was a relaxed atmosphere that came with this place. It was like some kind of heaven that I could run to to escape from the problems I've been having.

I've always been into fixing up cars and everything, but I never would've believed a month ago that I'd be ditching classes just to get enough money to pay my rent.

"You're still tryin' to pull of school?" Dash wondered, shaking his head as if I were stupid.

"Yeah, but it's not workin' that well," I said as I pulled my hoodie off to reveal low-cut tank top and added, "Might as well quiet now."

"Just the way to go nowadays," Dash murmured and sighed as I dropped my hoodie and backpack off at my station. I glanced over at Dash.

He was tall with inky black hair that stuck up in random places and curled in others, hanging down in his dark, navy-blue eyes. His skin was olivey-toned and he wore the mechanic jumpsuit as if he were born in it. Dash's voice was mischievous and his eyes seemed to always have a glint in them.

The first time I actually worked here, everyone, even the manager, had told me to stay away from Dash because he was Fix 'Em Vic's trouble maker, but since I kicked his ass after he touched mine, we've been good friends...He's been there for me this last month, even more than Jude.

I nodded to Dash as I found my jumpsuit and slipped into the navy material, the yellow, sewn-on name tag reading "Bam" instead of "Alabama", but that may be because no one there, including my new boss, knows that my real name is Alabama.

They don't need to know.

"So," Dash murmured, "Vic said that you've got the Toyota out back to fix up. Said somethin' about the breaks."

"Okie-dokie," I said. "Thanks." Smiling at Dash, I walked through the garage, the guys saying hello to me as I passed. Then, with a soft sigh, I slipped out back to drive the car into the place.

That's when I realized I had a Trig test today that was pretty major...

"FUCK," I growled, slamming my head tiredly against the steering wheel of the Mustang, making the horn go off and catch everyone's attention.

There was a silence as everyone looked at me. Sheepishly I grinned and waved, yelling to them, "Hey!"

Dash just chuckled from where he stood by his Honda.

Glaring at him, I got to work.

 

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