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Authors: Natasha Thomas
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getting to Priscilla. Not my club. Not my brothers. And sure as shit not either of these two assholes. With one hand I pick up whoever was dumb enough to get in my way and launch them across the room. I make it to my bike firing it up in record time.
CHAPTER SIX
Priscilla
Priscilla’s Rules to live by 101
“I don’t hate you, but let’s put it this way;
If I had a bucket of water and you were on fire
I’d drink the bucket of water.”
Wrapping myself in a towel and stepping out of the shower I dry off quickly trying to pull myself together before I see the boys later because I know I’m going to. I’m always the second stop they make when they get into town. The last hour though has been consumed by thoughts of how I’m going to break it to Reid that nothing’s going to happen between us. Chances are I’m losing my best friend sometime within the next week, and that’s not pessimistic it’s a fact.
Reid isn’t like your average male. He’s in a successful rock band, and yes he’s an alpha male, and prolific womaniser, but he isn’t cold, closed off, or arrogant about it. That’s what makes him different. As my friend he’s shown me the vulnerable, sensitive side of him, and in the end that’s what I’m going to miss the most. The fact that he’s so different to his brother, in nearly every way, has been exactly what I’ve needed after Tank cutting me out of his life. I couldn’t have been as close as I am to him if they were similar in personality as well as looks that was harder enough on its own. Not having Reid to turn to as a friend is going to hurt, no doubt about it. Sure I’ll still have Kendall, Lou, and V, but my friendship with them is different to what it is with Reid.
All of us except V went to the same high school, and albeit we weren’t close back then, barely acquaintances really, I’ve always felt a connection with them. Where Kendall was raised inside the MC I was not. My mom and dad took me and Tilly to hog roasts and family events, but we weren’t around lifestyle daily like Kendall had been. We knew what dad did, or parts of it, we were sheltered by his need to keep us separate.
Being that Kendall and I are two of three daughters born to bikers in Blackwater, (the other being my sister Tilly), you’d think that in a town of twelve thousand we would have had more interaction when we were younger, but we didn’t. Dad’s incessant need to keep his daughters apart from his club saw to that. Originally I believed Kendall thought she was better than us and most of the people at school. Not because of who her dad was, but because she had the confidence to do as she pleased, when she pleased. School bullies didn’t target her. She was secure enough in herself not to try and prove her worth by cheerleading, or joining one of the many cliques.
In saying that, she wasn’t stuck up and she didn’t use the power she had for evil either. Because of all that, and of course my own insecurities, I didn’t approach her attempting strike up a friendship. And that was tragic because I missed out on getting to know the beautiful person Kendall is sooner.
I wasn’t bullied like a lot of kids, but there are ways to chip away at a persons’ self-esteem without using all the usual means. I unfortunately was a member of that club for the entire four years I attended Blackwater high. Because I saw makeup as a waste of time, I still do, and teasing your hair after spending an hour on it was stupid in my book, my unpopular opinion wasn’t shared or accepted by the girls that like to think they ran the school. To me all that stuff was just window dressing. Half the time it didn’t enhance their looks anyway, it detracted from them. They didn’t make my life a living hell, but they did slowly make dents in my self-esteem over the years. For everything from the way I dressed, to the fact I didn’t wear six hundred layers of makeup
CHAPTER SIX
Priscilla
Priscilla’s Rules to live by 101
“I don’t hate you, but let’s put it this way;
If I had a bucket of water and you were on fire
I’d drink the bucket of water.”
Wrapping myself in a towel and stepping out of the shower I dry off quickly trying to pull myself together before I see the boys later because I know I’m going to. I’m always the second stop they make when they get into town. The last hour though has been consumed by thoughts of how I’m going to break it to Reid that nothing’s going to happen between us. Chances are I’m losing my best friend sometime within the next week, and that’s not pessimistic it’s a fact.
Reid isn’t like your average male. He’s in a successful rock band, and yes he’s an alpha male, and prolific womaniser, but he isn’t cold, closed off, or arrogant about it. That’s what makes him different. As my friend he’s shown me the vulnerable, sensitive side of him, and in the end that’s what I’m going to miss the most. The fact that he’s so different to his brother, in nearly every way, has been exactly what I’ve needed after Tank cutting me out of his life. I couldn’t have been as close as I am to him if they were similar in personality as well as looks that was harder enough on its own. Not having Reid to turn to as a friend is going to hurt, no doubt about it. Sure I’ll still have Kendall, Lou, and V, but my friendship with them is different to what it is with Reid.
All of us except V went to the same high school, and albeit we weren’t close back then, barely acquaintances really, I’ve always felt a connection with them. Where Kendall was raised inside the MC I was not. My mom and dad took me and Tilly to hog roasts and family events, but we weren’t around lifestyle daily like Kendall had been. We knew what dad did, or parts of it, we were sheltered by his need to keep us separate.
Being that Kendall and I are two of three daughters born to bikers in Blackwater, (the other being my sister Tilly), you’d think that in a town of twelve thousand we would have had more interaction when we were younger, but we didn’t. Dad’s incessant need to keep his daughters apart from his club saw to that. Originally I believed Kendall thought she was better than us and most of the people at school. Not because of who her dad was, but because she had the confidence to do as she pleased, when she pleased. School bullies didn’t target her. She was secure enough in herself not to try and prove her worth by cheerleading, or joining one of the many cliques.
In saying that, she wasn’t stuck up and she didn’t use the power she had for evil either. Because of all that, and of course my own insecurities, I didn’t approach her attempting strike up a friendship. And that was tragic because I missed out on getting to know the beautiful person Kendall is sooner.
I wasn’t bullied like a lot of kids, but there are ways to chip away at a persons’ self-esteem without using all the usual means. I unfortunately was a member of that club for the entire four years I attended Blackwater high. Because I saw makeup as a waste of time, I still do, and teasing your hair after spending an hour on it was stupid in my book, my unpopular opinion wasn’t shared or accepted by the girls that like to think they ran the school. To me all that stuff was just window dressing. Half the time it didn’t enhance their looks anyway, it detracted from them. They didn’t make my life a living hell, but they did slowly make dents in my self-esteem over the years. For everything from the way I dressed, to the fact I didn’t wear six hundred layers of makeup
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