Friday night: Bellevue Seattle: Teddy-pov
Friday at school the buzz about Park's party tonight. Miller, from the Track team, is harassing me to go. I'm leery, not part of the wild teenage scene. Since I was little, I've been more of the stand-back shadow in the corner kind of guy. It's especial hard being a Christian Grey only son. He leads others follow. I'm expected to take over the company one day. I haven't made up my mind. My little sister Phoebe is more into the business world than me.
I like the tech, the building, the creative. Within the family, I'm the clown, goof, the go to guy for strength, calm, empathy, mom's boy. Mom, the quiet touch stone of the family, high tensile Steele wrapped in soft velvet and fur. Brilliant and demure, daring and thinking. She rules us, dad and kids like dad plays the piano. Publicly I'm smart, athletic, easy going, loner, ghost, always on the fringe, never the center of attention, the prized heifer waiting to be slaughter, inherited dad looks, with mom's brain, and soul.
The Grand's are pushing for me to be more social, more teenager. Less stuck reading, working out, and tech geek on the weekends. Mom's pushing for me to date, be more open, less her mini-me clone. More like Uncle Elliot. So, I let Miller talk me into the party. I'd rather be home reading or hacking some new toy, or listening to my music, inherited dad eclectics taste. If I had to get out, I rather be a South-S-C listening to Rapid-Fire or Dragon for the Girls.
The party is in full swing by the time we arrive, James my security is park down the block. Parks and his crowd are wild, out of control trust fund kids, lost without any direction or soul. Phyllis is nearly naked, Parks counterpart; she's dancing with a bunch of girls. They crowd me; bumping and grinding, I play Elliot, bump and feel them up as this vertical lap dance moves about the room. Internal I'm trying to get away, I like girls, but this is so devoid of emotion, empathy, soul. I final make my escape. Moving about I see everyone is hooking up, or re-hooking up. I shift about till Miller hands me a Beer. I sip, he starts a beer chugging contest, I finish the beer, and the room spins.
I'm groggy, my cloths are gone, I'm bouncing about in a car, I think, fade out.
I'm cold, sticky. The world is a distortion of lines and shapes. I stagger and fall, pretty birds about me. I fades out.
Someone is pushing me rolling me, God the cold water. Ugh what, where, who? "Wash up Teddy" sweet Angelic voice commands.
I wash up, cold, but clean. I stand up and walk towards the voice, O'God she's beautiful. Auburn colored hair softly braid ponytail, tall 5'9" maybe 5' 10', perfect lithe body encased in soft kaki cargo pants, punk graphic t-shirt, green Irish cable sweater. Her perfect face hidden behind mirror aviator. I heat up walking towards her. Shit I'm naked I see in the glasses. I'm giving her a full-frontal display. Courage Teddy courage.
"Here take my sweater" why it's too small I'll never fit in it?
"It's too small won't fit"
"wrap it around your waist, so you don't get arrested" Stupid Teddy, just stupid, think. I wrap it around hiding the front and back best I can.
"Do you remember which parking lot?" what where am I? Remember the party.
"The last thing I remember was being handed a drink at Park's party in Bellevue, where I'm I?"
"Smugger beach, south of Denton on the pacific coast. I think you got ruffied" Where is hell is Denton, Coastal, hours from Seattle.
"Shit, let me borrow your cell?" I have to call dad.
"No, no bars out here. Have to go to Denton to make a call. Come let's go to my car." She said two car lots, think which one.
"What if I'm in the other lot?"
"Will drive over, you don't what to walking in just that in this weather, you're already shaking." Ok, makes sense, I'm freezeing. We walk to her car, an unremarkable four door coupe with Texas plates.
I have to know her name. "What's your name?"
"Samaria" Bullshit, she knows my name, she called me Teddy.
"Really the wife of the good Samaritan. Come on you know mine."
"Fine it Vicky" Looks right still doesn't feel right, but I go with it. I follow she checks the trunk. Handing me a pair of old coveralls, our hands touch electric arc. I want her. We leave she cranks the heater up. I start to feel better. Minutes later we're check the other lot, No cars. She walks down the beach trail. I check the restroom, and payphone the handset is cut, recently slovenly. She returns with a paper bag with my name on it. No cloths just e-print pictures of me naked with several girls and guys from school. Blackmail, think Teddy! Uncle Jason and Grandpa Ray kick in, work the problem; be embarrassed by the sexual explicit pic later. She's seen them, no use in being ashamed, fight the battle not the PR I hear Mom's sage advice. A note "Better behave Teddy, or these get webbed." Really stupid high school kids. Dad is going to go all berserk on them, Jason too.
"The Payphone junked. Will have to call at Denton."
She gases up as I call Dad. "Phoebe, put Dad or Taylor on. Dad, I'm ok. They drugged me at the party. What James is in the hospital, Sprayed him with a hallucinogenic. Shit, No, I'm at Denton, yea on the Coast. No, I've got a ride back to city. They left me naked on a beach, with a bag of blackmail pic's, sexual blackmail pic's. A note "Better behave Teddy, or these get webbed. I'm ok. In the Pic's are Park, Miller, Westly, and Harmon, Phyllis, Ginger Tate, Sun, Li, Kavagnh, Linda Wu, Samantha Lange, and the Peheski twins. Yea both male and female shit, I need some mouthwash. Just get these assholes before they publish. If they dumped me; an hour or two they're still waiting for the ferry back. Don't know why they brought me all the way out here to dump me. I bet Park's picking up pot or something out here. My Good Samaritan can get me back. I'll call when we get into town."
"Vicky, can I borrow some money for cloths", pointing at a small department store. She thinks then gives in. These coveralls are too tight my hard on is showing. I get jeans, dress shirt, underwear, mouthwash and sneakers. She is smoking hot leaning on the car fender, I'm panting.