Chapter Thirteen:
Prom Night
"Hello?"
"Luca?"
"Yeah, who is this?" She asked into Greg's phone.
"Nick. Natalee ran away and she took my car. I'm afraid she did something drastic."
"She took your car?"
"Yeah!"
Luca couldn't help but laugh. "Well, have you tried to call her cell phone?"
"She's pissed at me! She won't answer."
"I'll try to call her. I'll let you know what happens." She hung up, Greg staring at her. "Natalee went AWOL."
Greg shook his head and finished making their eggs while she dialed Natalee's cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Nat, what the fuck is going on?"
"Your damn sister's ruining everyone's lives!"
"She's moving up from just me?" Luca pulled herself onto the kitchen counter.
"Apparently so," Natalee said. "I'll come pick you up, we'll talk."
Luca laughed. "Yeah, about that…. Who's car are you driving?"
"Nick's."
"Why? Last time I checked, you have a car."
"But Nick bought this gas. It's revenge," Natalee replied.
"I thought it was Morgan screwing up your life."
"It's both of them, really," Natalee said without expanding.
"Okay…."
Greg looked at Luca. "What's going on?"
"She stole Nick's car and--"
"Holy shit," Natalee said from the other end.
Luca asked, concerned, "What?"
"I just rear-ended some guy! In Nick's car! Holy shit!" Natalee shouted.
"And she just crashed it," Luca informed Greg. "Where are you Natalee? We're coming to get you."
Greg shook his head.
"Damn. That girl cannot drive and talk at the same time."
"Nick, she got into a car accident. Take her car. …The keys? I don't know! …Look on her nightstand if they're not in the kitchen." Luca shouted on her cell phone while Greg sped down the strip, not as dazzling in the late morning sun as it was at night.
"Shit," Greg said.
"What?" Luca asked, looking up at the windshield. "Oh, fuck. Hurry, Nick."
"What is it?" Nick pleaded.
"Just hurry!"
Luca slammed the phone shut and jumped out of the slowing car. "Natalee! Stop!"
Natalee and the short, balding man were screaming at each other at the tops of their lungs, their fists clenched.
"Hey, hey." Luca ran between them.
"That bitch wants me to keep this quiet!" the fat man screamed, his face getting more and more red. "She gave me whiplash!"
Luca rolled her eyes. "The way that you're moving your goddamn head around when you scream doesn't help your case, sir."
The man backed down a little. "Fine, but who's paying for this?"
"I said I would, just don't call the cops, okay?"
"Alright, alright."
They exchanged information and were on their way without any real damage.
"Fuck singing, you should be a lawyer," Natalee said.
"I will when you pay for my law school."
Luca looked into her room as Morgan packed her bags. She looked up.
"What?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I love you," Luca said.
"Well, that's touching," Morgan said with sarcasm.
Luca sat on her bed next to one of Morgan's suitcases. "I do. No matter how bad you screw up."
Morgan glared. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Flirting with Natalee's fiancé…."
"It just was innocent flirting," she reasoned.
Luca shook her head, looking away. "Why can't you just admit you were wrong?"
Morgan ignored the question. "Well, now you can go back to fornicating in your bed."
She didn't reply.
"You know that he's only with you because he can't have me, right?"
Luca looked at Morgan. "What?"
"Greg," Morgan said.
Luca whispered, hurt, "You know that's not true."
She laughed. "Guess he never told you…."
"Told me what?"
"Prom night" was all she needed to say for Luca to understand what happened between her and Greg.