“So, um, are you telling that to Diesel?”
“It wouldn’t do any good.”
“Because of me, I guess.”
“That isn’t a bad thing.”
“It is when he looks at me one way and you another.”
“I can pluck that fuck head’s eyes out.”
Jana got the unnerving feeling that Rebel was serious. “He doesn’t like you being angry with him.”
“Good, because I’m not angry with him. I hate him. There’s a big difference.”
“What did he do to you?”
“None of your fucking business.”
Jana wilted. What little comfort she was getting from Rebel’s civility evaporated. “Okay,” she mumbled.
“Can you keep a fucking secret?” Rebel gritted.
As long as she wasn’t high. “Yes.”
“If you repeat what I’m about to tell you to anyone, I will kick you down the treehouse steps and hope you break your fucking neck.”
“I’ve always wanted a sister to share secrets with.”
Rebel narrowed her eyes and Jana cringed.
“I’m sorry!”
“If you go to that fucking clubhouse with the attitude you have, those club girls will eat you alive. If you can’t stand up to Diesel, you’ve got to stand up to them.”
Before Jana responded, Diesel barreled in. “You aren’t ready yet?” he demanded. “I’m about to head to the fucking clubhouse. I thought you wanted to walk there with me.”
Jana waited for Rebel to comment, but she didn’t, so Jana swallowed and forced herself to say, “I-I didn’t think you were here. I-I thought you were already at the club.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“If she isn’t, I am,” Rebel said. “Because, fuckface, Iknowyou weren’t here. Fuck you. Fuck off. Shut the fuck up and get the fuck out of my fucking closet.”
Diesel stiffened but he didn’t look at Rebel. “Do you still want to come, Jana?”
“I-I don’t have a birthday present for you.”
“You don’t have fucking money,” Diesel retorted. “I wouldn’t expect a gift from you.”
Hoping for assistance, Jana glanced at Rebel again. She didn’t want to remind Diesel that she loved him and anger Rebel, but he stayed so angry all the time. Jana hoped her love helped him. Healed him, in whatever way he needed.
“What have you been telling my fiancée, Rebel?”
“That you’re a heartless fuckhead who should be fed to piranhas.”
A surprise giggle escaped Jana, although Diesel wasn’t amused.
Rebel flipped him off. “I was about to share juicy secrets with her until you walked in my fucking closet like it’s yours.”
