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Chapter 10: You need Doctor Rat
Grace was extremely impressed with the last date. They were at a drag race and Skip seemed to know most of the drivers.
At the moment he was standing next to one of the cars and talked to the driver.
"Well, looked what the cat dragged in." She heard behind her and when she turned around one of her least favorite persons in the world was eying her as if she was a something that had been found stuck under her high heeled shoe.
"This would be the last place I'd expect to see you." Grace said. It was Katherine 'Call me Katey' Rhodes and they hated each others guts.
Katey had been a plague since they were around ten, especially to Peter.
"Since when do you go to any place cool?" Katey blurted out.
"Since when can you say anything about a car except the color and how many wheels it has?" Grace didn't want to do this now so she started to walk towards Skip.
"I thought you were all into biker trash!"
Grace noticed Skip walking towards her and she wanted Katey gone before he saw her. So she turned around, walked up really close and looked her straight into her eyes. "How's that jaw?"
"What's going on?" A guy came up behind Katey and put his arm around her waist. "Is she bothering you?"
"No, baby." Katey said with a confident smile. "It's been like five years, Grace. The jaw is fine."
"Then maybe you should keep walking to make sure it stays 'fine'."
They guy opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before managing to collect himself. "Are you threatening my girlfriend?"
"How very observant of you. Yes, I am."
"You've got a lot of nerves, bitch."
Skip noticed Grace talking to some girl and then a guy came up and now he was staring Grace down. He hurried his steps and when he was just behind her he put his arm around her shoulder took a good look at the bloke and spoke up.
"Ok. What's this?"
Grace turned around and looked bothered. "It's nothing, they're leaving."
"I hope so." Skip said and glared at the two of them.
The boyfriend obviously tried to make up his mind and came to the conclusion that he didn't stand a chance and brought the chick with him as he left.
Grace yelled after them. "Take care of that jaw, Katey!"
This was probably a very good story and Grace was going to tell him all about it. He turned her around with his hands on her hips.
"Jaw?"
"I hit her once. She's a bitch, especially to Peter and I got fed up."
'Fed up', Skip laughed, leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck up to her ear.
"When was this?"
"Like five years ago in school. I just like to remind her of it. She cried like a baby with snot hanging out of her nose." Grace looked like the cat who swallowed the canary.
"Did you get expelled?"
"The principal called in my parents and mom got all 'Gemma' on her and asked about the schools non-discrimination policy since Katey usually picked on Peter because he's gay. So I got off with a warning. It really pissed Katey's dad off."
Skip laughed. "What happened?"
"Her dad came to our house and started to yell at mom. Dad came home in the middle of it and told him that if he ever talked to mom again he'd cut out his tongue."
Skip could imagine how pissed Happy had gotten by that. It didn't matter how big that other dad was, he was probably scared half to death. "Effective."
"Very. Katey's hated me even more since then. The classic 'my dad can beat up your dad' became very real to her." Grace suddenly laughed. "And now her guy obviously figured out that my guy could beat him up."
Skip took her hand and they started to walk back to the tracks. "I could've taken him easily."
"I'm sure you could." There was something condescending in her voice.
"That didn't sound honest." He caught her in the middle of her step and lifted her up. "I could."
She put her arms around his neck. "I know."
"Any chance I can have a 'you're so brave and strong'-kiss?"
She gave him a kiss. "You're very brave and strong."
"Thank you." He put her down again and took her hand. "Come on, lets watch the races."
When they were watching the last races he was holding her from behind. "Am I the first guy who's taken you to a drag race on a date?"
"Sure are." She turned around. "And it's very public."
"Better that way."
But on their way back to the bike they took a short cut through alley and he wasn't sure how but Grace was suddenly pressed against a wall with her legs around his hips and they were kissing.
His hands was on her ass and he pressed himself against her. He was rock hard and could practically feel the heat from her crotch through both sets of jeans. She moaned into his mouth and pulled him even closer with her legs. When she nibbled his lower lip he groaned.
"Shit. Grace..." he tried to move back and put her back down but she just held him tighter. "Fuck," he mumbled and she kissed him again.
He did another lame try to stop and then he gave up and held her against the wall again even harder, pressing himself towards her. He slipped his hand underneath her t-shirt and drew his hand along the curve of her waste. He ran his hand even higher up.
That's when his phone rang. He immediately stopped his hand, leaned his forehead against hers.
"Fucking hell, Grace," he chuckled. This girl was driving him insane and to some extent he was glad he was leaving the next morning. This was rapidly getting out of hand.
"Are you going to pick up the phone?" She had those teasing eyes again. He gave her a quick kiss before putting her down and answered the phone.
All the time while he was talking he looked at Grace who was still leaning against the wall. When he'd hung up she smiled at him.
"Who was it?"
"I have no idea." He could hardly remembered anything from the conversation since the only thing he could think about was his throbbing dick. She laughed. "Come on, I'll take you home."
He followed her to the door and kissed her again.
"Will you come back soon?" She asked.
"Abso-fucking-lutely." He kissed her again. "And I'll call you."
She wrapped her arms around his waist and he hugged her tight. "I have to go inside. I promised to be home at midnight."
He looked at his watch. "That was thirty minutes ago. Why didn't you say something?"
"I'm gonna be grounded when you leave anyway."
"Why?"
"The pot."
"And Happy agreed to wait until I had left?" That was surprising, he had assumed that she got away with a warning.
"You should probably thank mom for that."
"I will." He looked down at her and kissed her again. "Go inside. I'll call you tomorrow."
He watched her go inside and also saw Happy waiting behind he door. Skip hoped that she wasn't in too much trouble but when Happy noticed him he waved at Skip. So he waved back then he went to his bike. They had to leave early next morning so he needed to get to bed. He also really needed to get friendly with his hand.
-o0o-
When Grace woke up the next morning she already knew that Skip had left. He had promised that he'd be back soon but didn't know when. She dragged herself out of bed and to school.
After school she went to the library. Her mom was reading to some kids and Grace sat down to listen in. She still loved to hear her mom's horse voice when she read out loud. This time it was Spiderwick, a book she had read to Grace as well.
When she was done she came over to Grace.
"Hi, honey. How are you?"
"I'm fine." She got up and gave her mom a hug.
"Miss him?"
"Is that pathetic of me?"
Ava laughed. "No, not at all." She put her arm around Grace's waist. "Wanna sit in my office and read while I'm working?"
"Yes. A book that's not about love. At all."
"Hmmm." Ava looked at Grace. "You need Doctor Rat."
"No love?"
"No."
Her mom went and got Grace the book and then they went to her office. This was something that Grace used to do when she was low as a kid. Sit in the arm chair in her mom's office and read some book that she had picked for her. Ava could always pick the perfect book and for some reason it was enough to just sit there and read. It made her feel better.
About an hour later a knock on the door made her put down the book.
"Hey, babe." Her dad said as he opened the door then he noticed her. "Hey, Sugar. You low?"
"Yeah." She smiled at him. "Needed some time embraced in motherly love."
He laughed. "Wanna go for a ride?"
"No session, just a ride." He nodded so she got up and kissed her mom goodbye.
She stopped at the reception on her way out and borrowed the book and then her dad took her on a ride. Just driving around for a while before taking her home. She had been late home the night before but her dad had been pretty ok with it. Her mom hadn't been bothered at all.
"Thank you." She said when she got off in front of their house.
"Any time, Sugar." He put her arm around her when they walked to the house. "Jax wanted you to work tomorrow."
"Sure." Anything that could keep her mind occupied was great. "Need to do some homework."
Happy nodded and she ran up to her room. Skip called later that night and they talked for a really long time. All in all, the day was better than she had expected.
-o0o-
Peter followed her to work the next day, said they all could use some gay flair in the oily, manly environment.
She walked into the garage got her took toolbox. When she opened it she started down into it for a long time. "What the fuck?"
"What's wrong, Pixie?" Peter came up next to her. "What the fuck is that?"
Grace knelt down and touched it. "Fucking hell! It's foam sealant!" She closed the toolbox and looked closer at it. She found it, someone had drilled a hole in it and filled her toolbox with foam sealant. "Juice, you motherfucker!" She yelled and heard a laughter behind her.
"Serves you right." Juice said. She threw a rag at him and then looked back down at her box.
"Fuck! Are the tools still in there?"
"Oh, yes!" Juice said and Grace could only stare at him. All her tool in foam sealant!
"How the hell do I get rid of this?"
Juice handed her a knife. "Have fun."
"You're not going to help me?"
"Not in a million years." Juice walked out of the garage laughing.
"Peter?" She turned towards Peter with begging eyes.
He just and held up his hands. "These hands are super soft. Do you know why?
"No, do please tell me."
"Because I'm a thinker, not a doer."
"You're just lazy."
She sat down on the floor and started the process of trying to dig out her tools. It would take forever. About an hour later Tig took pity on her since he figured that he might need her help when Juice got back on him.
Peter were still sitting on a bench, doing his homework and reading huge parts of it loud to her since they had a test the week after. He did that quite often and claimed that it helped him as well to read out loud. She still suspected that he mostly did it to help her.
"This is so fucking disturbing." Tig said and had a tortured look on his face.
"What? The tools?"
"No, that shit his reading." He pointed towards Peter. He was reading about castrato and the last known one, Alessandro Moreschi. "Why the fuck did they do that?"
"Women weren't allowed to perform. it was considered a sin, no matter what kind of performance. Dancing, singing or theater. So they used castrates for female parts in the opera." Always the feminist, things like that really got to Grace.
"That wasn't the only reason, it was also so that they would be able to sing in the choir for longer. They had a more powerful voice as well."
"That's not my point. Why the fuck did the parents agree? You just said they did it when the kids were like eight years old."
"Usually poor people, they saw it as a carrier for their child."
"Fucked up!" Tig said again. "Keep reading."
Grace laughed, "you interested in our homework?"
"We never read about shit like that when I was in school."
Tig and Grace kept trying to dig out and clean her tools, it was going to take fucking forever. Her mind immediately started to try to come up with some way to get back at Juice for this.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jax asked as he came inside.
"Juice filled my toolbox with foam sealant."
Jax laughed. "Not paying you for today."
"What? Oh fuck!"
"You're not working," he shrugged and turned around.
"I'm going to hurt Juice for this." She mumbled when Jax left the garage. She couldn't really blame him. She wasn't working. It still pissed her off 'cause they needed the money for the road trip and she was just wasting time.
Peter was lying on one of the work benches.
"You need to ask Happy about that film festival."
"I'm grounded," she muttered. "But I'll ask."
"If you say it's with me he'd agree."
He was probably right about that. Hap was usually ok with anything if it was with Peter. She really wanted to go to that festival so she'd ask him.
"I'll try. Keep reading."
Peter started reading again. Two hours later they went to her place, had dinner, did the rest of the homework and then he went home. Grace laid down on the bed and was contemplating on whether she should call Skip or if it was a bit much since they talked the day before. That's when her phone rang and she didn't have to wonder. It was Skip.
"How long are you grounded?" He asked somewhere in the middle of the talk.
"Not sure. I asked if I could go with Peter to a film festival this weekend and he was ok with that."
"Musicals?"
"No. 90's films."
"Thought he was all about musicals."
"No. Musicals and the 90's. Pretty much anything with the 90's"
"So what are you going to see?"
"GoodFellas, Pulp Fiction, L.A. Confidential, The Big Lebowski and Short Cuts at least."
"Don't think I've seen any of those."
"You suck."
"Hey, I saw Rocky Horror for you!"
Grace laughed. "I'd bet so much money that you'd love GoodFellas, all guys do."
"I'll give it a try."
"What else has been going on?" She laid down on her bed.
They talked for another hour about pretty much anything that popped up in their heads. She wasn't to impressed with with his movie taste. The music was ok but on the other hand she very much doubted that he was impressed with her taste so far. She'd never be able to forget the look on his face when they watched Rocky Horror. It made her giggle just to think about it.
-o0o-
They talked everyday, sometimes just short calls but quite often they talked for at least an hour. It was a great way of getting to know him without being distracted of how attracted she was to him. 'Cause she was, even on the phone, it was just easier to control when she couldn't see him. But just his laughter or him teasing her and asking her what she was wearing set of those butterflies in her stomach and a tickle between her legs. And he knew it.
"Come on, Beautiful, tell me what you're wearing."
"A SOA t-shirt and shorts."
"Aww, when it's some that boring you can lie you know."
"I don't lie."
"Tease then? I know you do that."
It was a great way to get to know each other, she had to admit that, even if it sucked in some ways. She missed him but liked that they were really talking, telling stories about their childhoods and laughing about similar experiences with growing up in the club.
He was also the first who congratulated her on her birthday. He called her in the morning.
"Morning, Beautiful, you are now officially legal."
"What are you going to do about that in Rogue River, have phone sex with me?" She knew she sounded grumpy but he laughed.
"Miss me?"
"No, just asking."
"Admit it!"
"Do you miss me?"
"You know I do."
She heard noises in the stairs. "They're coming to sing for me."
"Are you telling me that Happy sings?"
"No, he never sings. Not even Sesame Street," she laughed.
"What?"
"I'll tell you about it some other time. I'll call you later."
"Bye, Beautiful. Have a great birthday."
"Bye."
She hung up in just in time for her parents and Lemmy to walk inside.
-o0o-
The party for her at the clubhouse was huge and they were all there. She got loads of presents, all useful or just beautiful things.
Juice gave her a state of the art computer. Tig gave her books and when no-one watched he took her to the side and gave her condoms. In fact; almost all of them took her to the side and gave her condoms with a promise to kill Skip if she asked them to.
Tara and Gemma on the other hand didn't give her condoms. They took her to the side and told her they'd booked an appointment with a gynecologist the next day. Grace contemplated if there was any point in trying to refuse but decided that it wasn't. Gemma wouldn't let it go and by the looks of it, neither would Tara.
Happy was sitting next to Lemmy and watched Grace as she came from the dorms. Filthy Phil came out behind her.
"Whatta you think?" He asked Lemmy and nodded towards them.
"Probably condoms," Lemmy giggled.
Happy snapped his head towards him and Lemmy kept smiling. "What? Why do you think that?"
"Abel and Thomas guessed that they would do that."
Grace came up to him and sat down next to him after a quick kiss on his cheek. Peter gave her a necklace and a roadmap with their first destinations marked out.
That fucking road trip!
Finally Happy stood up and held out his hand to her. "Ready?"
She nodded and followed him outside. Grace knew where they were going. She'd been ready for that since she was six and he took her to Freddy's place. He was waiting inside and gave Grace a hug.
"How's Crazy Grace?"
"Good," she smiled. "Nervous."
"Made you a design," Freddy said. "My present for you."
He handed her a paper. Happy had already seen it and he knew she'd love it. It was perfect. Grace looked at it and her eyes widened.
"It's perfect! Thank you!"
Then they sat down. Happy made the preparations and when he was done he looked at Grace. She still looked nervous.
"You'll do fine. It doesn't hurt that bad." She nodded at him and swallowed. "If you don't want..."
"No! I want it."
He nodded and picked up the razor to shave the inside of her lower left arm. Disinfected it and then looked at her again.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
He got to work. She didn't complain, not once and after the fist five minutes she seemed to calm down. It probably didn't hurt half as much as she had expected. When he was done and had taped the plastic on her she smiled.
"Satisfied."
"I love it!" She threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss.
"Love you." He said. "You might be eighteen but you're still my girl."
"I know."
"And you'll behave."
"I will."
They walked outside. "Thought we'd go for a session."
She nodded and he took her to their bench.
"How many of them gave you condoms?"
She turned red then she laughed. "Almost all of them."
"Fucking hell!" What the fuck was wrong with them. "All of them?"
"Yeah." She eyed him. "You know, Tig sent him to the diner in the first place."
Happy sighed. "I'm the only one left who doesn't like this?"
"You've been the only one who didn't like it from the beginning."
"Have you told Skip about the road trip yet?"
Grace looked uncomfortable. "No."
"You need to."
"I know..." She looked up at him. "You were right."
"Course I was," he smiled. "I'm always right. I'm your dad."
"You don't even know what I mean."
"You should've told him directly."
She nodded, that was what she had meant. "I know." She stuck her hand down his pocked and picked out the pack of cigarettes. "It would've been weird though. I mean... I don't know what I mean."
"I get it." He put his arm around her. "Just so you know, considering the cock block you used to bee I'm totally gonna beaver dam you."
"You did not just say that!"
"Sure did."
"You're an ass!" She laughed. "And did you say I used to cock block you?"
"Oh, yeah. Totally ruined morning fucks with your mom."
"Oh, shut up! I didn't need to hear that."
Happy laughed and looked at her. She was scarlet red and he at least found out what he wanted to know. They hadn't had sex yet. That made him like Skip a little more. Or rather dislike him a little less.