Chapter 35 Smack My Bitch Up

On the front porch Aaren smiled when she saw Chase in an intimate embrace with a tall red headed guy. Nodding this was the guy that supposedly gotten Chase's heart a flutter. The smile turned wicked as a plan formed in her head. She turned to Ione and Janelle. The two underlings knew that something was forming in her head.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Aaren asked.

Janelle and Ione nodded.

"Yeah, Chase Adams in the arms of a tall red headed guy," Ione said.

"That guy was her escort to the Cloths Over Bros Party," Janelle said, "I over heard Victoria saying that Chase was dating some local, and she was disappointed by that."

Aaren smiled, "Yeah, well girls, I think we need not go over what we have to do."

They nodded and entered the room. Ione started to wander around to the right, while Janelle moved to the left. Aaren hung back from Chase and Huck to make sure that any of the Adams girls saw her. She was going to approach him when everything was clear.

Once Chase had separated from Huck was when Aaren chose to make her move. She walked up to him and looked him the eye and smiled. She had been listening to a few guys talk about things and found out this was a victory party for the basketball teams and Huck Burke was the player of the game.

"Hi, there are you Huck?" Aaren asked innocently.

Huck looked her over and nodded. "I guess you can say that," he said.

She took the bit of sarcasm in his voice. He wasn't one for verbal games, "So you are," she said, "I was looking for you to say great game."

"Why would you do that?" Huck asked.

"Gee, what happened to that southern hospitality that I've been hearing about?"

"Well Thank you for the complement, I've just never seen you here before. Us small town people are always weary of strangers," Huck said.

"No problem, I'm new around here. I'm Aaren," she said.

"Aaren?"

"Yes, spelled A, A, R, E, N. Aaren, my parents wanted to be unique. So how did you get the name Huck?"

"It's a nickname."

"A nickname for what?"

"My real name is JL."

"JL? What does that stand for?"

"Jesuit Learning," he said with a smile.

She swatted him, trying to be cute, "It doesn't mean that does it?"

"No it doesn't."

Aaren smiled, and started to understand some of his charm and why Chase was interested in this guy. This would make it even sweeter to destroyer her with him.

"So why don't you buy me a shot?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I should," Huck said.

"What, your girlfriend the jealous type?"

Huck shook his head no, "Not really, very understanding actually."

Aaren smiled, "Good, now buy me a shot."

Huck shrugged and nodded, and she led him into the kitchen.

(Song Lyrics are in Italics)

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Ione made her way through the crowd. She was generally un-impressed by most of the crowd. All they were doing was drinking and chatting about sports or cheerleading. Ione was sort of above all that, she wanted to be popular, but she also didn't always agree with how Aaren did things. On the other ahnd who was Ione Willard without Aaren Porter. Aaren was the one who got her into everything.

"Hey there baby, want some of the Nate," a blonde guy said, standing in front of her.

"The what?" Ione asked.

"The Nate," he said, and smiled, "Yeah all the ladies love the Nate."

Ione rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Well if the Ladies Love The Nate, then tell me does Isabella Adams love the Nate?"

The guy smiled, "Oh yeah, we just broke up. The Nate was too much for her."

Ione laughed, and looked around. This blonde guy, who was probably, was no older then fifteen was full of himself, and full of it. Yet Ione laughed at him, and looked him in the eyes.

"So the Nate, would you like to show a girl the beach?" she asked.

He looked at her shocked and nodded. Ione smiled and grabbed his hand and lead him out of the back door and down to the beach. Tonight she was in a back water town, so she was at least going to enjoy herself and stay away from what ever Aaren was planning. She would rather have a weekend vacation then cause more trouble. This guy, The Nate, was too much of an idiot, but he was safe. This was exactly what she needed.

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

The house was interesting to Janelle in how plan it was. The family that owned it most have had money, but they kept it simple and didn't flash it around like most other families in New York would have the weekend house richly decorated and they would be showing off their wealth to anyone who walked through the front door.

This beach house, which was pretty sizable, looked lived in. Maybe people only stayed here during the summers or when they had extra guests. What she was really getting was this was the place that they used to party. She smiled and looked around at the various bodies that were just chilling, a few couples were grinding to the music, and others were making out in the corner.

Finally she found a tall guy leaning against the wall. She looked at him and smiled. He looked at her and nodded.

Janelle walked up to him, and stood to about his chest. "Hi," she said looking up at him.

"Hey," he said.

"I'm Janelle," she said.

"Cale," he replied.

"So what is this party about?" she asked back.

"We're celebrating, our basketball team's victory over Martinsville."

Janelle nodded, "Sounds cool, so how often does this happen?"

"Every Friday during basketball season, every time we win," Cale said.

"Cale that is an interesting name."

"Yeah, my parents named me Caleb, but everyone calls me Cale."

"Why Caleb?"

"It is from the bible."

Janelle laughed, "That is interesting."

"So how did you get the name Janelle?"

"My Grandmother was named Janelle."

Cale laughed, "So you're new here, I pretty much know everyone."

Janelle nodded, "Yes, I'm new I might be moving here. It all depends on my Mother's job."

Cale nodded, "Yeah, I've heard that before."

"Well it's true. I just want to know what else is there to do around here?"

"Always stuff to do, just have to know the right people."

"Who are the right people?"

Cale laughed, "They are in this room."

"Would you mind if you point them out?"

Cale shook his head, "Sorry, can't do that."

She looked at him weird, as he smiled and pushed himself off against the wall. "Janelle, life is all about choices, and who you choose as your friends, well that is an important one."

Janelle looked at him weird. "What does that mean?"

"Well you chose your friends where you are from and they got you to where you are. Well here you'll have to do the same thing," he said and left.

Janelle just stood there dumbstruck.

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

In the kitchen Huck and Aaren just finished their third shot of Jamieson. He laughed as he put the glass down and looked at the strange girl. She smiled and was amazed at what the tall red head could put away. Her plan wasn't going to be as easy as she thought.

"I never knew that there was a girl that could keep up with me on shots of Jamieson," Huck said, slurring his words.

"Well you've not seen anything yet," Aaren said and smiled, "Another round?"

Huck nodded, "Yeah, another round."

Aaren grabbed the bottle, "Let me pour and will do doubles."

Huck smiled weakly, "Sure, why the hell not."

Aaren smiled devilishly and poured two double shots of the Jamieson. She produced a small pill and dropped it into one of the shots. It was her last chance, this Huck had a stronger constitution then she thought. She rarely used the pills, but in a sense if guys could do it to get what they wanted, then she could as well. The old saying went all is fair in love and war, and for Aaren this was war.

"Here you go hot shot, now drink up."

Huck nodded and took the shot glass from her. He smiled, and nodded. She did all she could do to prevent from smiling too big. This was going to be too easy of a first step.

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Chase had gotten stuck in the line for the bathroom. It took her a while before she finally decided to use the one in the master bedroom. The Scotts kept that one quiet so they could use it with out have to wait. Only a select few were told of this third and secret bathroom, so she took it information and used it to her advantage.

Finally as she came downstairs she ran into Fallon. The girl who was now her de-facto step-sister stood in front of her still dressed as when she was cheering for the game. Chase shook her head and looked the younger brunette in her eyes.

"You disappeared after the game," Chase said.

"I was doing Victoria a favor," Fallon said.

"Gee, another favor for Bitchtoria. You just have plenty of those to go around."

Fallon shook her head, "She's my Mother's Godmother and the only woman that seemed to give a damn about me."

"Interesting how she gives a damn about a stranger's child but not her own flesh and blood."

"I don't want to debate with you about Victoria, Chase."

"Well still spying for her?"

"She asked me to keep an eye on you."

Chase shook her head, "Yeah, keep an eye on Chastity, see if she has what it takes to take over the business. See if she can de-ball a guy verbally and make girls cry. Not even thinking I want none of it."

"Chase, I thought I was doing her a favor, and you a favor."

"Some favor. Fallon, don't you ever think."

"Well I'm thinking now, and it's completely my fault because I said yes, but Aaren is here and she's after Huck."

"What? How do you know she's here? How is it your fault?"

"I was doing Victoria another favor, and it turned out being drive Fallon, Ione and Janelle here."

Chase cursed, "Damn it, Fallon are you that stupid? Where is she?"

Fallon shrugged, "I don't know, we got separated when I went looking for you to warn you."

That was when there was a big crash. Fallon and Chase turned to face the direction the sound came from. That was when they heard Keith's booming voice.

"Who the hell are you and what did you do to Huck?"

Chase and Fallon looked at each other and raced towards the kitchen.

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up