Chapter 10: Don't Call me Sweets!
Weeks gone by. The Sons of Ipswich and the new girls seemed to be getting along, for the most part. Alexandra and Pogue were "officially" going out with one another. Tyler and Teresa were still all shy but were able to talk to each other naturally. Elliot and Caleb are starting to realize what they had in common. Being leaders, keep the wild one in line, and protecting their families. As for Browen and Reid, they are verbally and sometimes physically abusive to each other like always but still no romance.
At Nicky's, Browen was playing pool against Tyler. Browen sunk a ball. "Yes! Thanks Tyler for teaching me," Browen gave a slap on his back. "No prob, you are a good student." "I know!" Browen amazed herself. "Hate to piss in your cheerios, but you aren't that good, you're barely decent," Reid chimed in. "I don't want to hear for the millionth time on how good at pool you are," Browen stressed. "And don't you forget it sweets." "Don't call me sweets!"
Pogue, Alexandra, Teresa, Caleb, and Elliot were at the bar. "Dance with me Pogue." "Al, can you wait like ten minutes please." "We've been here for an hour already. Don't make me use your nickname," she sweety threatened and the whispered in his ear, "Po-Po." "What?! Wait, I love this song," he perked up and grabbed Alexandra. She smiled with glee. Sometimes, you just need to tug the leash a bit, ha ha. Tyler joined the rest of the crew. "Had enough of their squabble?" Elliot asked. "It's never a squabble, it's a massacre." Tyler said. Caleb then asked Elliot to dance. Tyler and Teresa were left alone. They talked. Tyler finally managed to ask Teresa to dance and she meekly accepted.
Reid was in a middle of a game with a random guy to get some fast cash. In between turns and during shots, Reid was able to spit comebacks to Browen with ease and never lost concentration on the game. He won the game and sent the loser on his way. He walked up to Browen and flashed his winnings, "What did you say about me sucking?" "So you beat a guy worse than me. Not an epic victory," Browen said unimpressed.
"Would you shut up for a minute if I buy you a drink?" "Can't promise." "Wouldn't want you to." So, they head to the bar. Reid got two of his regulars. Browen did stay silent, for about ten seconds. They were arguing over something frivolous. A green-eyed, brunette, hot guy came over to Browen. "So, I notice you here not dancing. Care to change that?" Browen glanced at Reid. He didn't look like he cared. "You got it," Browen placed the empty glass on the bar.
Reid was looking where Browen was. She wasn't dancing like she did with Reid at the first night. She danced near, some touching. With that, Reid wasn't jealous or worried. He just wanted to make sure the guy didn't pull anything. After the song ended, the guy kissed her hand. She whispered something to him and went back to the bar. "What's the matter did he have cooties?" Reid teased. "Nah, you saw how he danced. He danced worse than you. And that doesn't speak highly of you." Jerk.
"You just want me to dance with you." Yeah she does, but who could blame her right? "Oh and you hate dancing with me," she hissed. "Intergalactic" by the Beastie Boys started to play. "Fine, don't." She left to the dance floor. He paid Nicky and followed her. She danced by Elliot but then felt hands on her hips. She turned and Reid was there with lowered eyes.
The only time that Reid and Browen don't argue is dancing. The music and body movements kept their mouths shut. She danced close and occasionally try to build Reid up. He would smile and either create distance or try to get Browen hot. I can't believe she's trying to challenge me, out of all people. Sometimes, Reid would go home built up and had to call a slut to help him out or a shower. Other times, Browen would go home flushed, take a shower or bath, and help herself out. Reid admits of thinking of Browen (sometimes sexually sometimes normally) and Browen too. Never admitted to one another.
It was strange for Reid to spend a lot of time to one girl without sex, or just in general. A lot of the Spencer girls worry about outfits, gossip, makeup, and sex (in that order). They're rich, they don't need brains. As long as they can grab a hot rich guy to marry eventually, they're set. Of course it made it easy for guys like Reid to "Knock and Run." He actually remember things like pet peeves, favorites, or notice small details of Browen. Of course, he isn't going to share with the other guys. It would only shatter his image.