Title: A Woman Scorned
Author: Robin
Disclaimer: Stephanie, Joe and their bizarre history all belong to J.E.
A/N: Not Joe friendly. This is a look at what is going through Stephanie's mind right before she hits him with the Buick.
Rated: R
I looked up from where I was idling at the stop sign and couldn't believe my eyes.
Trenton's Best Ass, or Trenton's Biggest Ass as I liked to think of him, was standing on the sidewalk just a few feet away. I'd recognize that ass anywhere, even though the last time I'd seen it had been at least three years ago as he walked away. The rest of him had changed, matured. His hair was shorter now, military-cut, close to his head. And his body was firmer, more muscular. With his face in profile, I could see that he was still handsome as ever.
Asshole.
Three years ago, he'd left me lying dazed on the floor of the Tasty Pastry, my panties around my ankles, my skirt around my waist. He'd taken his pleasure and my virginity and then he'd simply rolled off me, zipped up his jeans and walked out the door with a "See ya 'round, Cupcake" tossed over his shoulder.
I'd known at the time he was going into the Navy, so I hadn't been thinking that he wanted a long-term relationship. Unfortunately, I hadn't been thinking at all, really. All I'd known was he was irresistible and he'd made me feel special. For about ten minutes. Then he'd made me feel cheap and dirty and used when he'd walked out the front door, the bell jingling in his wake.
I closed my eyes as I recalled putting my clothing right with trembling hands, my breathing shaky. Tears had rolled down my cheeks unchecked as I cleaned up the bakery, the soreness that accompanied every step reminding me how stupid I'd been. Every night for the following two weeks I'd cried myself to sleep, worried God would punish me for being a slut, worried I'd get pregnant, worried my mom could tell what I'd done, just by looking at me. But most of all, I was worried that the only reason he walked out the door like that and hadn't even bothered to call me was because the sex had been bad, that I'd been disappointing.
When I'd found out what he'd written on the wall in Mario's Sub Shop, grief transformed into anger. He was lucky he'd already left for the Navy by then or I would have found a way to make him pay.
Now he was here, after all this time, and I could finally give him a piece of my mind. I opened my eyes and looked at him again as I pulled my Dad's Buick through the intersection. I watched as he flashed a come hither smile at a girl going into Giovichinni's and I saw red. He hadn't changed a bit. No doubt he was still charming the pants off of unsuspecting women, specializing in hit and run sex. In that moment, I knew I had to make it stop. This was my chance to teach him to think twice before using another girl.
I gripped the steering wheel hard, gritted my teeth and floored the Buick. For the protection of women everywhere and for the innocent girl I'd been.
When I finally stopped the car, I took a deep breath knowing that I would probably be in big trouble. But the sight of that amazing ass bouncing off of my fender had been too perfect for words.
And even knowing that I was about to face the wrath of Joe, my parents and probably the police, I couldn't help but smile.