Aimee ran through the dark streets of Charming. She was mortally embarrassed and humiliated and she never wanted to go back to that clubhouse again! She was nearly hyperventilating and needed to stop. She ducked into a parking lot and ran behind the building, leaning against the wall and then sinking down to the ground.
Why did everything she did turn into a disaster? In the distance she heard cars driving by and an occasional motorcycle. She wondered if it was one of the guys coming to make fun of her some more.
She wasn't cut out for this life - she should have realized that from the start, and just gotten her bike fixed and left. She should have just listened to that lady at the hotel and forgotten about Tig Trager.
But she didn't. And she couldn't...they say love hits you like a ton of bricks, and for some reason, whatever it might be, she was drawn to him...attracted...and he to her. She looked up at the night sky, wondering what the hell he saw in her? She was a nerdy, inexperienced, plain girl who thought a rocker and a cut was something you sat in and something you got from paper! She would never fit into this life...If she was Tig, she would stick to the slutty girls who lined up for him every night.
Aimee slammed her fist into the ground - those bitches! She hated them. Hated every single one of them. They thought they were all that with their slutty little outfits and their slutty hair-do's and their slutty little hands all over him. She wondered what must go through their heads each day - which guy would do them this time? And some of them were older, too...how long had they been doing it? You'd think by now they would have become an old lady...
Aimee thought for a moment. Why HADN'T they become old ladies? They were there all the time...the knew the guys inside out, and the guys knew them...why weren't they with any of the crew? She thought the guys loved the skankiness of their ways, but maybe not...
Aimee remembered Tig's words to her...asking if she wanted to be his old lady. She'd said yes in a heartbeat. Why had he asked her, almost a stranger, when he'd been with those other girls for years...She'd felt a connection with Tig, and she guessed that he felt one with her. Maybe it's because she was different than them, maybe it was because she dressed in actual clothes, or maybe it was because she rode a bike herself inside of riding bitch. Whatever the reason, Tig had asked her...not them...her.
Aimee pushed herself up off the ground and walked around the side of the building. Her whole point in getting Tig out to the garage was to prove a point, but she'd gone about it in the wrong way. She started walking back to the clubhouse. There was a lot of stuff that she didn't know, but she was learning fast, by trial and error. She was terrified at going back there, but she knew she had to. This time, she would do it right...