1 Playing With My Heart
By Ninth Lady
1.1 Chapter Two: Axel
My name is Axel. I'm twenty-one and I'm the coolest cabbie you'll ever see. I work for Gus and his business "Crazy Taxi." If you read the first chapter, you'll get the point.
I stormed home and ran inside. I sat down on a beanbag chair and turned on the TV. I was infuriated. The day had been pretty fast for me and I had made mucho mullah. Then, Gus calls me up on my cell and tells me Gena is missing.
So, what's a guy to do? I began to cruise around and try to find her. I won't admit it, but I was pretty concerned about her. (It ain't really macho to be worried about a gal like Gena. She just calls me a pimp and occasionally, when I slam into her car, an asshole.)
Basically, I was getting all worked up, thinking of the worst. Like some low life was raping her. When I saw that B.D. Joe's car was parked at HQ. I slammed the brakes and ran inside, just about to scream my balls off, when I run in and guess who's there. Gena. Topless and shaken. (Okay, so the bra was there, I couldn't help but notice how nice it was.) Boy, I was totally pissed.
Then I made the mistake of opening my big mouth. "Gena." I continued to gaze at her bra. She covered her chest with complete embarrassment. The first thought that entered my head just happened to be the wrong one. "What were you doing Gena? Playing little miss slut?" I instantly regretted the words as soon as they rolled off my tongue. Obviously, she wasn't amused either.
"For your 4-1-1, I was nearly raped and all you can say is that I'm a slut!! Well, if men weren't such jackasses, they would be considered sluts too!"
I didn't stand around. I stormed out. I jumped in my car and slammed my foot on the brakes. I drove off into the night.
Okay, so now you know the deal. Gena is no doubt pissed at me, and I can't blame her. I had really acted like a low life asshole. I turned off the TV and went into my bedroom. My bed sat in one corner with a bottle of Chris next to it. The TV was across from the bed so I could watch TV in bed. My CD player sat on my dresser. Clothes were strewn everywhere and so was garbage.
I walked back to the living room and saw the same mess there. The rest of my pad looked identical to the previous messes. With a scowl on my face, I ordered a pizza.
I felt better watching a porn movie while eating an extra large pizza with extra topping. Okay, I gotta admit, drinking booze, eating pizza, and watching porn all at the same time is a bit overdoing it, but so what? As a woman removed her very low cut shirt, I noticed that her bra looked like Gena's. Snap out of it Axel! For god's sake, you are a pimp. You don't think about just one girl. What the hell, they're all the friggin' same!
That brought me back to Gus' number two rule. No relationships with the costumers. I've broken that rule 'bout fifty million times. Okay, so I've slept with a few willing costumers.maybe a few more.what the hell?
After the movie was done, and I had had my fill of naked women, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into the mess known by normal people as a trash heap. I call it a bed. The night was pretty restless.
I woke up pretty early and got dressed. The typical attire. After eating a morning pizza and reading this month's edition of Playboy, I decided to show up.
I walked in all cool like and sat down. Gus was reading the paper and I knew that he didn't wanna be disturbed. B.D. Joe strolled in and sat next to me. "Yo Joe, wassup?" B.D. ignored me and turned to Gus. "Hey man, when are ya gonna talk to us?" Gus put down the paper and gave us both a hard look.
"I would like to talk about last night." We both knew that this had been coming. "Axel, I believe that you acted very inappropriately last night." I shrugged like it was nothing.' "What d'ya want me to do? Scoop her in my arms and declare my undying love for her?" That actually didn't sound like such a bad idea when I thought about it. Just as he looked at me then, Gus reminded me of a father trying to make his son see something important.
I swallowed nervously. Gus was like a father to me, he could see right through me. "Axel, to say that you like Gena, you sure seem to push her down." See? I told ya that he could see right through me. I shrugged off the comment and tried to look and act cool. I guess that he could foresee my attitude because he told us to just go to work.
I walked out thinking about everything he had said. Why had he let me off so easily? Gus didn't like the attitude that I'd had last night. He once told us a story of his childhood, the days when he'd still get into punch- ups. He beat up fifteen guys like me 'cause of there attitude towards women. Gotta say that he really respects them.
I hopped into my cab and tried to catch B.D. Joe's eye. Even behind those shades, I could tell that he was ignoring me. I gave up and slammed my foot on the gas pedal.
The day was kinda uneventful, compared to yesterday. I gave a few women rides, one jumped out after I called her bitch. I cursed heavily as I swerved through heavy traffic.
I nearly slammed into a bus as my eye caught sight of familiar red hair. I did a 'Crazy Drift' and stopped dead smack in front of her. Gena looked shocked for a second, but that quickly changed into a look of surprise. I could help but notice that she was wearing a blue turtleneck and blue jeans. Her mini backpack was slung over her shoulder casually, and she was wearing 'Street Wear' lip-gloss.
I motioned for her to get in. She hesitated for a minute, as if thinking about what I'd said yesterday 'bout her being a slut. She climbed in quickly and I floored the gas pedal.
We drove around in silence for until I found a secluded spot out of town. I parked the car (if you could call it parkin') under a tree and turned to Gena.
"Yo, Gena. Look I'm sorry 'bout what I said yesterday. I wasn't thinkin' 'bout what had really gone on. I was jus, ya know, being an asshole." Her glossy lips turned up at the corners. I grinned. "That's okay Axel. I understand. I was really stupid last night. You had every right to say what you said." I sat there and listened as she told me the events of the previous day.
I was infuriated and I couldn't quite place why. Could this be jealousy? Or worse, real love. Crap! I might be actually caring for a woman in the way they like. I guess to understand a woman, you gotta listen to her talk. It sure helped me.
We spent the rest of the afternoon jus talkin' till Gena realized the time. "Oh my god Axel! I'm so sorry to keep you. I'll let you get back, there's still some time for you to pick up a few costumers." I bit my lower lip. "No, that's OK Gena, I'll drive you back. After all, I did drive you here."
I smiled to myself as I drove Gena to her apartment. Everything was cool between us, gotta admit, that really makes a guy happy.
I pulled up out side her apartment and she opened the door. "Hey Gena, how 'bout dinner? One me of course, to make up for everything." Did I see a glimmer of delight in those blue eyes? She nodded. I smiled, smiled not grinned. 'Whaddya say I pick you up at nine?" "Sure Axel, I'd love to. Maybe we could catch a movie afterwards, on me?" I agreed and zoomed off.
This was ending up a great day.
Author's Notes:
I hope everybody liked it. Don't worry, the will get romantically involved. To all those who reviewed: THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!!!! YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT GOT THIS CHAPTER GOING!!!
I'll insert my disclaimer. "Crazy Taxi" and all related things aren't mine. "Street Wear" (my fav makeup) is a byproduct of Revlon. Try it, it's cheaper than Revlon!! (And the lipstick and nail polish comes in cooler colors!)
Please keep reviewing and then Chapter Three will be up a.s.a.p.
By Ninth Lady
1.1 Chapter Two: Axel
My name is Axel. I'm twenty-one and I'm the coolest cabbie you'll ever see. I work for Gus and his business "Crazy Taxi." If you read the first chapter, you'll get the point.
I stormed home and ran inside. I sat down on a beanbag chair and turned on the TV. I was infuriated. The day had been pretty fast for me and I had made mucho mullah. Then, Gus calls me up on my cell and tells me Gena is missing.
So, what's a guy to do? I began to cruise around and try to find her. I won't admit it, but I was pretty concerned about her. (It ain't really macho to be worried about a gal like Gena. She just calls me a pimp and occasionally, when I slam into her car, an asshole.)
Basically, I was getting all worked up, thinking of the worst. Like some low life was raping her. When I saw that B.D. Joe's car was parked at HQ. I slammed the brakes and ran inside, just about to scream my balls off, when I run in and guess who's there. Gena. Topless and shaken. (Okay, so the bra was there, I couldn't help but notice how nice it was.) Boy, I was totally pissed.
Then I made the mistake of opening my big mouth. "Gena." I continued to gaze at her bra. She covered her chest with complete embarrassment. The first thought that entered my head just happened to be the wrong one. "What were you doing Gena? Playing little miss slut?" I instantly regretted the words as soon as they rolled off my tongue. Obviously, she wasn't amused either.
"For your 4-1-1, I was nearly raped and all you can say is that I'm a slut!! Well, if men weren't such jackasses, they would be considered sluts too!"
I didn't stand around. I stormed out. I jumped in my car and slammed my foot on the brakes. I drove off into the night.
Okay, so now you know the deal. Gena is no doubt pissed at me, and I can't blame her. I had really acted like a low life asshole. I turned off the TV and went into my bedroom. My bed sat in one corner with a bottle of Chris next to it. The TV was across from the bed so I could watch TV in bed. My CD player sat on my dresser. Clothes were strewn everywhere and so was garbage.
I walked back to the living room and saw the same mess there. The rest of my pad looked identical to the previous messes. With a scowl on my face, I ordered a pizza.
I felt better watching a porn movie while eating an extra large pizza with extra topping. Okay, I gotta admit, drinking booze, eating pizza, and watching porn all at the same time is a bit overdoing it, but so what? As a woman removed her very low cut shirt, I noticed that her bra looked like Gena's. Snap out of it Axel! For god's sake, you are a pimp. You don't think about just one girl. What the hell, they're all the friggin' same!
That brought me back to Gus' number two rule. No relationships with the costumers. I've broken that rule 'bout fifty million times. Okay, so I've slept with a few willing costumers.maybe a few more.what the hell?
After the movie was done, and I had had my fill of naked women, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into the mess known by normal people as a trash heap. I call it a bed. The night was pretty restless.
I woke up pretty early and got dressed. The typical attire. After eating a morning pizza and reading this month's edition of Playboy, I decided to show up.
I walked in all cool like and sat down. Gus was reading the paper and I knew that he didn't wanna be disturbed. B.D. Joe strolled in and sat next to me. "Yo Joe, wassup?" B.D. ignored me and turned to Gus. "Hey man, when are ya gonna talk to us?" Gus put down the paper and gave us both a hard look.
"I would like to talk about last night." We both knew that this had been coming. "Axel, I believe that you acted very inappropriately last night." I shrugged like it was nothing.' "What d'ya want me to do? Scoop her in my arms and declare my undying love for her?" That actually didn't sound like such a bad idea when I thought about it. Just as he looked at me then, Gus reminded me of a father trying to make his son see something important.
I swallowed nervously. Gus was like a father to me, he could see right through me. "Axel, to say that you like Gena, you sure seem to push her down." See? I told ya that he could see right through me. I shrugged off the comment and tried to look and act cool. I guess that he could foresee my attitude because he told us to just go to work.
I walked out thinking about everything he had said. Why had he let me off so easily? Gus didn't like the attitude that I'd had last night. He once told us a story of his childhood, the days when he'd still get into punch- ups. He beat up fifteen guys like me 'cause of there attitude towards women. Gotta say that he really respects them.
I hopped into my cab and tried to catch B.D. Joe's eye. Even behind those shades, I could tell that he was ignoring me. I gave up and slammed my foot on the gas pedal.
The day was kinda uneventful, compared to yesterday. I gave a few women rides, one jumped out after I called her bitch. I cursed heavily as I swerved through heavy traffic.
I nearly slammed into a bus as my eye caught sight of familiar red hair. I did a 'Crazy Drift' and stopped dead smack in front of her. Gena looked shocked for a second, but that quickly changed into a look of surprise. I could help but notice that she was wearing a blue turtleneck and blue jeans. Her mini backpack was slung over her shoulder casually, and she was wearing 'Street Wear' lip-gloss.
I motioned for her to get in. She hesitated for a minute, as if thinking about what I'd said yesterday 'bout her being a slut. She climbed in quickly and I floored the gas pedal.
We drove around in silence for until I found a secluded spot out of town. I parked the car (if you could call it parkin') under a tree and turned to Gena.
"Yo, Gena. Look I'm sorry 'bout what I said yesterday. I wasn't thinkin' 'bout what had really gone on. I was jus, ya know, being an asshole." Her glossy lips turned up at the corners. I grinned. "That's okay Axel. I understand. I was really stupid last night. You had every right to say what you said." I sat there and listened as she told me the events of the previous day.
I was infuriated and I couldn't quite place why. Could this be jealousy? Or worse, real love. Crap! I might be actually caring for a woman in the way they like. I guess to understand a woman, you gotta listen to her talk. It sure helped me.
We spent the rest of the afternoon jus talkin' till Gena realized the time. "Oh my god Axel! I'm so sorry to keep you. I'll let you get back, there's still some time for you to pick up a few costumers." I bit my lower lip. "No, that's OK Gena, I'll drive you back. After all, I did drive you here."
I smiled to myself as I drove Gena to her apartment. Everything was cool between us, gotta admit, that really makes a guy happy.
I pulled up out side her apartment and she opened the door. "Hey Gena, how 'bout dinner? One me of course, to make up for everything." Did I see a glimmer of delight in those blue eyes? She nodded. I smiled, smiled not grinned. 'Whaddya say I pick you up at nine?" "Sure Axel, I'd love to. Maybe we could catch a movie afterwards, on me?" I agreed and zoomed off.
This was ending up a great day.
Author's Notes:
I hope everybody liked it. Don't worry, the will get romantically involved. To all those who reviewed: THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!!!! YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT GOT THIS CHAPTER GOING!!!
I'll insert my disclaimer. "Crazy Taxi" and all related things aren't mine. "Street Wear" (my fav makeup) is a byproduct of Revlon. Try it, it's cheaper than Revlon!! (And the lipstick and nail polish comes in cooler colors!)
Please keep reviewing and then Chapter Three will be up a.s.a.p.