Here's the next chapter. YAYYY!
The character named Luis, mentioned in chapter 9, is in this chapter. For all those gamers reading, his character popped in my head while I was playing Grand Theft Auto: The Ballad of Gay Tony. So when you read what Lu's saying in this chapter, just think of that thick, sexy, Dominican accent that Luis Lopez has in the game, lol. I hear his voice whenever I write something that Luis says, ha ha.
Oh yeah, Kane's back! I'm all giddy. Hopefully this will trigger my muses for Emalf, because I've been having major writers block with that one. Although I've been listening Metallica's Ronnie on repeat. When I'm not blasting Rihanna's new CD, that is. (Talk That Talk is badass, lol) So hopefully something's stirring in my head…
Okay, I've talked too much already. I'm done now.
Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy the chapter. Special thanks to angelshavetheirwickedschemes, Esha, and Menaji . Love ya : )
Ch. 11: Cali Mami
Sky's POV
"You're gonna read all day, Pinky?" Shelly asked as she and Barbie threw clothes all over our hotel room floor and beds. "Yup. It's really fun. You should try it sometime." I moved my reading glasses down on my nose to stare at them.
"Come on, Sky. You're so fun. And we're in California. Beaches, bikinis, the sun. Come out with us." Barbie smiled as she put on her tan Louboutins. "She's right, you know. You should totally come out with us." Shelly grinned at me through the mirror. She looks cute in her black dress with my hot pink pumps.
"Nope. Me and Glen are gonna chill tonight." Shelly scoffed as I petted my doll's head. "But you're home, Sky. Look outside and tell me that Los Angeles isn't calling your name." Shelly dramaticized, taking a seat on the side of our bed.
"Home is where the hatred is. Now bye." I pushed my glasses back up and continued to read. "Hey, Doll. Go make sure the cab doesn't leave. We'll be down in a few." Shelly said to Kelly. She nodded and grabbed her purse before she was out of the door.
"Okay, you've been in the ghostly plane for a week. You can come back now." She joked as she gently took my book from my hands. "Am I really that out of it? I'm a ghost?" I took off my glasses to look her in the eyes.
"You're Casper. But we can fix that. Come to the club with us." She grabbed my hands and grinned at me. "I don't know. I'm trying to stay clean, Shell." She knows I'm gonna give in. Her smile just oozes satisfaction.
"Aww chica, we're not gonna drink. We're gonna dance until your transparent ass turns solid again." She said before she got up to dig through the piles of clothes on the other bed. "Ha ha. I don't think so. Partying with Kelly squared is not my definition of a fun Friday." I just love giving her a hard time.
"Barbie's gonna do her thing and we're gonna do ours. Now get up and find those black heels." Shelly's on a mission. And I guess the mission was to find this beautiful yellow minidress. "I think this will brighten your day, Sunshine." She grinned as she handed me the dress. She knows my favorite color is yellow.
"Fine. I'll go. Gimme the damn dress." I grumbled, snatching the short stretchy and strapless dress out of her hand. "You like it. Admit it." She grinned as I lifted my oversize tee over my head. "It's cute. A little more Kelly's style, but definitely my color." I sighed as I stood up and pulled down my basketball shorts.
"Who the hell wears lace cheeky panties with basketball shorts?" Shelly laughed at me. "Me, obviously. Now hand me a brush, a scrunchie, and those black earrings on the table." I playfully snapped my finger at her. To which her reply was my brush hitting me dead in the chest. We both started to laugh.
"Hand me my lotion, please." I said to her, knowing that she had probably taken my cherry body moisturizer. "That was fast." Shelly handed me the lotion in amazement. I was fully dressed, shoes and all. "The ponytail took the longest." I winked as I rubbed in the last of the lotion on my arms. I had brushed my hair into a tight ponytail that was swooped to the side.
"And for the finishing touch…" I walked in to the bathroom and grabbed my cherry red lipstick. It makes my eyes pop. "Muy caliente, mami." Shelly cheered when I left the bathroom. "Alright. Lets get this over with."
Punk's POV
"Jug, I'm really not in the mood to go to a club." I sighed as the cab driver made a left on some street I couldn't make out. "Come on, man. We haven't seen each other in months. I'd think that you'd want your buddy to have a good time." He grinned at me. "We could've had an even better time at the comic shop." It took me the longest to find a comic shop that wasn't too far from our hotel.
"We can get comics anytime. Tonight, we're gonna party until you're over the little Catwoman Quinn." He laughed. "Well, we're gonna be partying for a long, long time." I mumbled as I turned my head to look out the window.
"I'm not gonna ruin our night, so I'll pretend you didn't say that." Jug plucked my arm. "Whatever, man." He groaned at my response. "I have so much to teach you, young Punk. But so little time." He chuckled, sounding much like one of the sifu's I trained under overseas. Damn, do I miss being over there. "Yes sir, Jug san." I scoffed, making him laugh.
"See there. That's the sarcastic asshole I remember. After the club tonight, we're working on getting Batman and Catwoman together for good. Cause lovesick Phil ain't where it's at, bro." He gave me a sincere smile.
"But what about you and Shelly?" I asked, trying to change the conversation off of me. "Ah, damn. We could've invited her out with us." He sighed. "Yeah, but Shelly and the girl I'm not mentioning,"
"Catwoman Quinn," he interjected. "Right, well they're attached at the hip. So that means that she would've been with her. And that'd be hell." I shuddered at the thought of that awkward situation. "Hell for you, but hilarity for me." Jug laughed.
"Yeah, I bet. Now what's the name of this club, anyway?" I shook my head at Jug's grinning face. "Thunder." Okay, I burst out laughing at that. "What?" He asked, confused.
"Thunder? It sounds like a gay bar, man." I said, still laughing. "Well, you know Phil, I've always thought you had a nice ass." He gave me a sly grin and looked me up and down.
"Admire from afar, man. Cause it ain't that kind of party." I laughed at his mock hurt expression. "But for real dude. This place is banging. The last time I was out here, me and the guys came here." He grinned as the taxi pulled up to this huge ass building with multicolored lights flashing everywhere. From the long line of people waiting to get in, I can say that this place is a hot spot.
"And just how in the hell are we supposed to get in?" I shook my head at Jug's grinning face. "C'mon dude. You know me better than that. We're V.I.P.'s." He handed me a little blue card after we got out of the cab. "I don't even wanna know how you got these."
As we walked past the long line of douchey guys and spoiled rich girls that were gawking and frowning at us like we're the weird ones, I started to smile. By the looks of the lovely folks out here, I just know that this is gonna be interesting.
Sky's POV
"So all you're gonna do is sit here by yourself with that 'I-lost-my-puppy' look on your face?" Shelly's been bothering me for the past ten minutes. "Yep. I could've gotten us into waaay better clubs than this. Remind me never to agree to go out with you all when Kelly picks the place." I rolled my eyes as I watched these stiff ass spoiled rich kids jump around instead of dance.
"I know this place is full of losers, but forget them. We came here to dance. Not sit at the bar and drink Cokes." Shelly grouched. "I would dance if they played something with a nice beat. I refuse to dance to the fucking Backstreet Boys." I was serious, but Shelly and the bartender laughed at me.
I stopped my mental critiques of the dancing idiots to look at the bartender. "I'm sorry for staring, but you look so familiar. Do I know you?" Shelly grinned at my bluntness.
"Well damn, big head. You've gone Hollywood on us, huh?" The bartender grinned at me. "Diego? No fucking way." I gasped, staring hard at the pretty brown eyes looking back at me. The last time I saw Luis's little brother, he looked completely different. "No shit." He laughed at my obvious shock.
"I haven't seen you in three years, dude. How've you been?" For the first time in a week, I'm actually excited to hear someone's response. "I'm good. Just turned twenty-one, so my days of being Lu's assistant are over." My cheeks turned beet red at the mention of Diego's big brother's name. And of course, Shelly noticed that.
"Ah, cool. And speaking of Luis, how is he?" I casually asked. Shelly's not buying it and neither is Diego, from the smirk he's giving me. "Lu's good. He's gonna flip when he see's you." Diego said as he signaled the other bartender that he was taking his break. "Wait. He's here?" I started to look around, all of a sudden feeling self-conscious.
"Yeah, he's here. Self-promoting like only he can." Diego grinned as he wrapped his big arms around me, lifting me off of this fancy blue bar stool. "Damn, you're huge." I laughed as he put me down. "Yeah, I'm 6'3. Just four inches behind Lu." He winked at Shelly as she smirked at him.
"You think you're grown now, huh?" I teased him. "I've always been grown, girl. Now it's legal. So, what's up with you, beautiful?" Diego said to a now red faced Shelly. "Don't even think about it, lil' niño." She responded, pretending like he didn't just put some naughty thoughts in her head.
"Alright. When you're tired of dealing with those bodybuilder boys, come find me." He winked at her. She couldn't stop the grin that appeared on her face. "I see you've graduated from Luis's playboy etiquette school." I rolled my eyes at him and continued looking around the packed dance floor.
"I see you got jokes. So how's that lame ass gringo boyfriend of yours?" Ugh, that moment of excitement quickly disappeared. Noticing the change in my tone, Diego gave me a sympathetic look. "Long story, D. All you need to know is that we're done." I couldn't help but reach for my chest when I said that.
"Ah, damn. I thought you and karate kid would've been married by now, from what Lu said." I raised my eyebrow at him. "And exactly what did Lu say?" I questioned, staring at his now tense face. "He only repeated what you told him, Ms. Burton. I see you still got that mean streak. Come dance it off." He grinned as he grabbed my hand and Shelly's.
"No offense, D. But Club Thunder sucks terribly in the music department." I said, making him and Shelly laugh. "I know. These rich white kids love that shit, no offense." He gave me a big, goofy grin. "None taken." I shook my head at him. He and his big brother always used to tease me for being the token rich kid in our little crew.
Ah, the good old days. Living in Cali, chilling at the beach in PV, shopping at the little boutiques and shore shacks. Before Dad got that big deal that had us move to Chicago. Before I fell in love with that dumb ass, outspoken, pierced, gorgeous, tattooed, sweet….never mind. The chest pains were getting worse with every adjective.
"Luis and I are cool with the DJ. Let me see what I can do. Come on." He said as he led us away from the bar and inadvertently snapping me out of my thoughts. I'm thankful for it.
He led us straight to the middle of the dance floor, where all the no rhythm girls and guys were. He left us there and went to the DJ booth. I turned to Shelly and frowned at her sly smirk.
"Luis Santiago Ramirez? The tattoo artist who just so happened to be your first?" Shelly's eyes grew bigger. "Whatever, Shell. We've been friends since kindergarten." I'm trying to diffuse this convo before it even gets started. Now is not the time and this loud ass club is not the place. And besides, I'm still on lookout for Luis. He's sneaky for a 6'7, 260 pound, muscular dude.
"Ah dios mio." Shelly stopped her questioning as she damn near broke her neck looking up behind me. "Ah shit." I mumbled as I stared at Shelly's drooling face. Yeah, Lu does seem to have that effect on women.
"Hey, Lu." I yelled loud enough for his tall ass to hear me. "Oye, mami. Are you gonna turn around so I can greet you, or do I have to turn you around myself? I don't mind the physical contact." That thick Dominican/Bajan accent sent shivers down my spine. I took a deep breath before I slowly turned around to face his chest. I had to stretch my neck up high to look him in the face. And when I did, it felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of me.
Damn, he's still beautiful. Tall. Smooth brown skin. Muscular arms fully sleeved with tattoos. Long silky black hair, always in a ponytail. A badass goatee. That gorgeous smile. The way that black tank top clings tightly to his chiseled chest. And lastly, those big, beautiful brown eyes. I swear they could melt even the most cold hearted of women.
"Hello Luis." I couldn't hide my excitement anymore. I had a huge smile on my face. "That's my girl. Come here." He smiled as he pulled me into his huge arms.
Ooh, he smells good. He always does, but I haven't seen him in three years. I've talked to him on the phone recently, but that's different. "I've missed you so much, miela. How long are you here for?" He asked once he let me go.
"Four more days. Then it's off to DC." I sighed, already missing him. "Damn, when's the show?" He asked, stepping back so he could get a good look at me. That made me shiver.
"Sunday's a house show and Monday's a live show." The house show's for SmackDown! & ECW. And me, Shelly, Kelly, Layla, and Brooke are appearing on Raw Monday. "You're big time now, huh Ms. Wrestler?" Luis grinned at me.
"Whatever, Lu. But you and Diego will have front row tickets to both shows waiting for you, if you wanna go." He grinned at me as if he already knew that. "Oh, we'll definitely be there, mami. Now, who's this lovely lady that's with you?" He said, melting Shelly with his chocolate eyes.
"The speechless one is Shelly, or Ariel." I shook my head at her. "Oh, yeah. The tarot reader with the vampire. I've seen you before. Nice to meet you, Shelly." He reached his hand out to shake hers and I couldn't help but laugh at her as she shakily met her hand with his. "Hi." She smiled at him.
"You wouldn't mind if I stole Sky for a dance or two, would you?" He sweetly asked. "Not at all. I think I'm gonna find Diego and get a drink. Have fun." She winked at me, letting me know that our conversation's gonna continue when we get to the hotel.
"You think your little martial artist boyfriend's gonna get pissed if we dance?" He asked with a smirk. And again my chest started to hurt. "He's not my boyfriend, and he's not here." The more he's on my mind, the more that imaginary stab wound hurts.
"Ay mami. Isn't that him over there?" Luis turned me to the side and pointed to the V.I.P. area. I was kinda skeptical, cause Luis has only seen him in pics that I've texted him. Nevermind, he watches the show, so I'm sure he's familiar with Punky's tattooed ass.
I saw the shirt first and I already knew it was him. He always stands out in a crowd. In a club full of tight ass button down shirts and designer jeans, Phil's got on his Misfits tee and some worn blue jeans, with a pair of Chuck Taylor's. His hair's hanging, parted down the middle. And that damn lip ring, all shiny, just taunting me.
"Dammit! Out of all the clubs in Los Angeles, he chooses Club Thunder? It sounds like a fucking gay bar!" My hand, that was clutching my chest started to rapidly shake. "Hey, mami. You want me to get Shelly and we go to another club?" Luis asked sweetly.
Before I could take my eyes off of Phil to answer Luis, he met my gaze. His facial expression went from somber to shocked in two seconds. He stood up, as if he was about to leave V.I.P. to get to me. But as soon as he took his first step, Jug and Amy walked up next to him.
Wait, Amy? What the hell?
I guess he told him where he was going because both Amy and Jug looked my way. But with two different expressions on their faces. Amy looked sincerely glad to see me and Jug looked scared as hell. I knew Jug was coming to Cali. I was gonna chill with him before the P.O.D concert tomorrow. But Amy isn't supposed to get here until Sunday.
The pain that was in my chest got more intense when Amy and Jug waved at me. Jug waved nervously, as if he knows what's going on between us. He probably does. Besides Colt, Jug's is his closest friend. I'm positive that Amy isn't in the loop, though. Why the hell is her presence bothering me so much? Ugh.
I gave them both a stiff wave and turned my attention back to Luis, who seemed amused by that little scene. "You ready to go, now?" He asked with a smile. I know he's enjoying my red cheeks. He loves it when my 25% Latin blood gets hot. And right now, I'm beyond boiling. My maternal grandma's Puerto Rican, by the way. Boricua, mami.
"Nope. We're gonna dance. If Diego can persuade the damn DJ to play something other than that techno shit." As soon as I said that, Luis signaled for the DJ to change the song.
Despite the throbbing pain in my head, I instantly went into dance mode. One of my favorite artists right now is Rihanna. When I need to let off steam, I put in one of her CD's and let loose. And right now, I really need to let loose, and Pon de Replay is just the song for me.
"Oye, mami. Lets show these rich brats how it's done." Luis grinned at me, taking my hand and twirling me around.
Our bodies rhythmically moved to the beat of the music. Although I let the music and Luis take control, I couldn't help but notice all those eyes on us. I guess we look like something from one of those cheesy dance movies. They're not used to our vibe or our dance style out here in preppy LA. Whatever.
By the time Pon de Replay was over, Luis and I were in our own zone. The next song the DJ played really had me going. It's Let Me, also by Rihanna. "Ah, I love this song, Lu." I yelled to him as I turned my back to him and moved my hips to the beat of the song. "I know that, fool." He laughed.
Most of the eyes were off of us now. If Luis and I weren't in our own world, I'd probably be laughing at the fools trying to imitate us.
I glanced over at the V.I.P. section to see Jug and Shelly grinning at me and Amy and Phil intrigued with the way we moved. I don't know why Phil looks so astonished. Giving each other lap dances were regular parts of our foreplay. Yeah, he has no rhythm, but at least he can move.
As soon as Luis wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest, Phil's intrigued look turned into a jealously, angry scowl. I couldn't help but smile at that.
I understand why he was all amazed at first, now. He's all pissed cause I'm dancing with Luis. He's never really cared for him.
"You having fun making your little boyfriend jealous?" Luis asked in my ear. His warm breath on my skin made me shiver. Even though I'm not into Luis like that, I can't help but react the way I do when I'm around him. He just has that kind of magic over me. "He's not my damn boyfriend.. And yes, I'm enjoying making him jealous." I grinned as I watched Phil watch Luis in angry amazement as he matched every hip movement of mine with one of his own.
I love the sensuality of dancing to reggaeton and island music. Yeah, it's kinda provocative, bur the closeness is really exhilarating and sexy.
"Wanna make him even more jealous?" He asked, looking down at me. "What are you up to, Ramirez?" I asked, resting the back of my head on his chest to look up at him. "Nothing like that… Unless you wanna." He winked at me as Music of the Sun blasted through the speakers of the club.
"No, I don't. What's up, Lu?" He rolled his eyes at my persistence. "Whatever. I felt the shivers, miela. But what I meant was that we could get outta here. Catch up." He gave me a sly smirk. Now I'm the one rolling my eyes.
"Catch up. Yeah right, Ramirez." But I do want to catch up with him when it's more secluded. And Kelly's gonna be with Andrew tonight, so we'll have a good amount of time to chill.
"Yeah. Right. I'm serious, girl. You gotta tell me what happened with you and Karate Kid over there." Ugh, that pain came back. I wish everyone would just shut up about him, nicknames and all.
"Fine. But I'm driving. You still got my baby, right?" I perked up a little at the remembrance of Luis's cherry red classic '67 Cadillac low rider.
"You know it." he smiled once we stopped dancing. Phil looked relieved at first, but when I took my room, key out to hold up to Shelly to let her know that that's where we were headed, a look of panic spread over his face. Shelly gave me the okay hand signal and went back to her seemingly interesting conversation with Jug's crazy ass.
He's like in love with her. If Jug has his way, Shelly won't be coming to the room tonight either. And knowing Shelly, she'll talk him to death instead of what Jug wants to do. "Alright. Lets get out of here." I turned around, grabbed Luis's hand, and led the way through the crowd of people on the dance floor so we could get the hell out of here.