Chapter 1:
Ace Merrill lit a cigarette before leaning back against the hood of his car, shielding his eyes from the harsh afternoon sunlight. He was bored.
He'd finally quit school earlier in the year much to his mother's annoyance and despite her requests that he get a job he preferred to spend his days working on his car.
On this particular morning he'd noticed his back tires looking a bit worn and so he'd rotated them with the front making a mental note to nick some more when he had the chance. He went through tires almost as frequently as cigarettes these days and he had to admit, he did drive like a bit of a maniac. Unfortunately so did some of the people he'd stolen tires off and he couldn't always tell the damage in the darkness.
After he'd finished, he tinkered around with the engine for a while just to make sure everything was in order and finally beat out a few dents he had gotten when Eyeball had driven his car into a parked car when they were both completely blind on a bottle of scotch Eyeball had swiped from the liquor store.
Ordinarily Ace would have killed Eyeball, but Lewis Hornby had been been in the back of the other car with this girl, when the car hit they'd both gotten out half dressed and with Lewis swearing his head off. Ace was so drunk, that at the time he just found the whole thing amusing. He often found things amusing when drunk that would ordinarily piss him off. The only way it would have been better was if Eyeball had run directly into Lewis. He hated that guy, but then again Ace hated a lot of people.
He took a final drag of his cigarette and threw the butt to the ground, stomping it into the dirt. He ran his fingers through his hair and thought about where he would spend his afternoon. Castle Rock was a small kinda town and so it really only offered him two options, Irby's Billiards and the Blue Point Diner. Ace decided he was hungry so he began driving in the direction of the latter.
Inside he found two of his friends and fellow members of the Cobras. They were with a pair of girls on what Ace figured to be a double date. Unconcerned that they might not want him around Ace sat down right in the booth next to Vince.
"Hey Ace," Vince said as he moved over to give him room.
Ace just nodded and looked over at Fuzzy who seemed to be unable to reply due to the sheer amount of food in his mouth. He settled for wiggling his eyebrows in greeting which caused Ace to smirk with amusement.
He looked at the two girls and his eyes settled on Betty Anderson. He supposed she was Vince's date as she was now moving closer to him. She was terrified of Ace and he knew it. A lot of girls were, but then again a lot of girls weren't.
"Where have you been all day," Vince spoke up, apparently unaware anything was going on.
"Around," Ace replied evasively. He was too busy staring.
If what he was doing was bothering Vince he would never let on. Ace was the leader of the Cobras and as far as they were concerned he could do what he pleased, even if it included staring at their dates. So Vince just continued talking as though nothing at all strange was happening.
The more he stared the quicker Betty's breathing became, her breasts rising and falling visibly with each breath. Her eyes were focused on the table in front of her but every now and then her eyes would flick his way to see if he was still staring at her. His eyes dropped to see her hands fidgeting, resting on her thighs pressed tightly together. He noticed as she squirmed she was rubbing them together.
He was getting aroused.
Deciding on a new course of action he said a token farewell to Vince who was still babbling about something and Fuzzy who was in the process of inhaling his shake. He walked towards his car thinking about the girl he'd been going around with lately. Her name was Sarah Van Kanne and she was Kanne by name and Cans by nature. Her tits were fantastic, which more than made up for the fact she wasn't great looking. Not to mention her prowess in the back seat and the frequency of which she allowed him under her skirts.
A couple of minutes later he was at her house, he figured school must be out by now so he rapped on the door. Instead of finding his girl waiting for him he found a very pissed off looking older man who had to be her father.
"Get off my property," he snarled, hatred evident in every syllable.
Ace met his eyes, trying to gauge how serious the old man was. In the ended he decided that it wasn't worth the risk, so Ace wordlessly slid back into his car and revved his engine.
"And keep away from my daughter!"
Ace just snorted as he drove away. There were other daughters in this town. He didn't need this guys.
Later on in the evening Ace met up with Eyeball and they decided to head down to Irby's Billiards for a game of 8-ball. After Eyeball laid out five bucks which Ace strongly suspected he had stolen, Ace did the same and the game became a lot more serious.
Eyeball was shifting his weight from side to side as he waited for Ace to take his turn. He was worried, and rightly so. Ace only had to sink the eight ball to win and it looked like it was going to be a fairly easy shot.
Ace just smirked as he bent over the table. As he was lining up he felt a pair of hands close over his eyes. He ripped them off angrily and turned toward the culprit who was standing their like she hadn't done anything wrong.
"Hey Babe," came the voice of Sarah Van Kanne.
"Get out of here," Ace replied in a low but deadly voice.
"Oh sorry," she giggled stupidly, "did I ruin your little game."
"No," he continued in the same tone, "but I did nearly get my face blown off today at your house."
"Daddy wanted to know where I was last night. I told him I'd been with you because you're my boyfriend..." she trailed off uncertainly.
Deciding to ignore her he turned back to the table and lined up his shot.
"Ace?" Sarah asked a definite tremble in her voice, "I love you."
He turned his head to face her again. It was definitely time to cut this one loose.
"Get out," he growled in the meanest voice he could muster.
Sarah ran sobbing to the door as Ace lined the shot up for the third time, easily putting it away.
"I won," he smirked, sliding his hand to grab the ten dollars off the table.