Ace of Spades
Chapter 4: She Wants Me
By: Stargazer-Lillies
Rating: T
Author's Note: I'm back! Here's where the story gets interesting:
Ace dropped me off at my house and I stood on my porch for a long time after he sped away. He sure was a strange character. I had him pegged as your typical think-I'm- bad, get- into- your- pants, asshole type of guy. I thought I could have a little fun for once in my pathetic life. I never thought there could be more…
I walked into my house and there was my brother Jim, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"What?" I asked, pointedly.
"Ace Merrill gave you a ride home?" He asked curiously, trying to keep from laughing.
"Yeah." I said unamused. "He lives across the street"
"Ok" Jim continued. "Let's pretend Ace actually wanted to give you a ride home, which I find unlikely, but it happened, so… "
"Get to the point." I said angrily, walking towards the kitchen to get a glass of milk.
"Ace doesn't even go home anymore. He's too busy robbing convenience stores and p…"
"Punching kids for their milk money…I know…" I finished his sentence then pulled the milk carton out of the fridge. "Hey…milk money" I pointed to the carton. "Milk? Coincidence? I think not…never mind"
"So why was Merrill giving you a ride home, huh?" He asked leaning on the counter while I poured my milk.
"I'm not clear on that yet… but I think he wants me." I said nodding at Jim.
"Stupid fing asshole"
"Jim? Language…please." I said eyes wide open, and took a gulp of milk.
"I'll kill that son-of a bitch I swear…" He pulled out a pocket knife and stuck it in the wall. "If he goes near my little sister again…" Jim's greasy black hair clung to his forehead as his face clenched up with rage.
"Whoa! What's with the willful destruction of our property Jim?" I asked him, hurriedly. "And where did you get that knife?"
"I can take him, you know." Jim said pacing across the kitchen. "Even without a knife." He continued. "Remember that time he stole my hat, and I kicked his ass?"
"Jim, you were both five and it wasn't a hat it was a plastic army figurine."
"So?" He shrugged, aggravatingly. "What's changed since we were five?"
"Gee, I don't know." I said, sarcastically. "Maybe, Ace has become a gang leader? Filled out a little bit?" I sighed. "Just relax Jim, okay? I can handle this myself."
"You don't like him, do you?" He asked, repulsed.
"No." I answered quickly, doubting myself. "But, he's alright looking, and what's the harm in having a little fun?"
"No!" Jim yelled. "There will be no having fun!" He yelled, freaking out. I laughed, and took the rest of my milk to my room and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him.
The sound of Billie Holiday's' Don't Explain' floated through the house.
The Next Day…
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping in my window. Climbing out of my bed, I tripped over the many records I had lying on the floor I stubbed my toe on the Elvis record Jim had gotten me for Christmas. (It really hurt). I got ready for school, ate breakfast, and bribed Jim to drive me to school. I walked down the hallway.
Ace Merrill stood against his locker, one foot up against it, defiantly, doing his best James Dean impression. I walked by him, trying hard not to look, but he noticed me, and smirked. He pulled me towards him, and I looked down. He pulled my chin up and looked at me.
"Now, now, princess?" He said with a sly grin. "Are you avoiding me?" I decided to play along.
"No, Ace." I said obviously faking flirting with him. "It's just… I'm afraid if I look at you… I'll just have to take my clothes off, right here and now…" The Cobras hanging around him laughed and he let me out of his grip.
"What's the matter, Ace?" I asked, pouting. "You don't want to ravage me in such a public place?" I winked. He glared for a couple seconds, then smirked again, when he saw the amused expression on my face.
"Mary Ann, Mary Ann…" He said quietly. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into." He then crashed his lips on to mine…diving his tongue into my mouth. The worst thing is, I didn't fight back. I didn't respond, but I didn't fight back. I hate when I'm not in control, so I pushed him away a bit. He pulled back, smiling.
"Run along, Mary Ann" He told me, playing with a piece of my hair. I scoffed, and walked towards my locker.
"She wants me." Ace said to the Cobras behind me. As much as I hated him, I couldn't get that out of my head. Maybe it was true.
To be Continued...