Blaine shared a joint with Skinny at the clubhouse, anxious to hear about Olivia’s orchestra audition.
He inhaled and smiled as he thought about his morning with Olivia. She had rolled out of bed and played the cello in the nude. He’d never seen anything sexier than his rumple haired woman with her legs spread wide around her instrument, her pert breasts swaying with her music as she played. He felt like he could lie in bed for hours listening and watching her.
She was becoming an adventurous kitten, and he felt like she was well on her way to becoming a full-on tigress in the sack. He liked her innocence and her genuine way of making love. If he was being true to himself, he also loved the fact that he was the only man to have ever been inside of her. He loved the way that she squeezed her eyes tightly when she came, her cherry lips parted with her moans.
“Pass me that wrench,” he said to Skinny.
Skinny passed him the wrench and he set to work removing the bolts from his bike. For October, it was a scorching hot day, and he wiped his brow with his bandana. He took a swig from his beer and felt a pair of hands on his shoulder. He froze, instinctively, and wished that he hadn’t left his gun on the picnic table. Then he noticed that the hands were slight and tender, and when he felt Olivia’s breath on his neck, he relaxed. She kissed him and draped her arms around his shoulders.
“What are you doing?”
“Just a little maintenance,” Blaine said, and started to show her how the brakes worked, until he realized that she had returned from her audition.
“So. How did it go? Are you in? They loved you, didn’t they!” He grabbed her hand.
“It was. Um. Ok,” Olivia stammered.
“Just ok?”
Olivia sighed and sat down beside Blaine on the ground.
“I didn’t go to the audition.”
“What?!” Blaine exclaimed and felt confused. “What do you mean, you didn’t go?”
“I need to tell you something.”
“This better be good,” Blaine said. He stood up and reached down to help Olivia off the ground. “Here.” He pulled out an aluminum chair for her to sit on. He straddled the picnic table bench.
“I went to firm up my contract with Johnny. We’re going on tour!” She tried to remain calm, but excitement had overtaken her and crept into her voice.
“Excuse me?” Blaine set the wrench down on the table.
“I thought about it long and hard, B. It’s going to be good for both of us. Baby, when I was onstage at the rally it was the best day of my life. Now I get to do it over and over again. And you. You can be safe now. And we can be together and travel the world!” Olivia spoke in rapid-fire.
Blaine pulled his hand away from Olivia’s. “You worked your whole life to get that audition, and you just blew it off for a metal band?”
“I didn’t just blow it off. I put a lot of thought into this decision.”
“After I told you not to.” Blaine stood up and paced the pavement in front of Olivia.
“I thought it would be best for both…”
Blaine interrupted her. “You don’t think for me. And I told you not to go. You need to get back in your car and go to that audition. I forbid you from going on tour with that band.”
“You forbid me?” Olivia asked, her eyes wide.
“You need to listen to me if you’re going to be my old lady,” Blaine said forcefully.
“I need to listen to you?” Olivia asked, incredulously.
“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe that you lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie to you Blaine,” Olivia said softly.
“This morning, after I fucked your brains out, you told me you were going to your audition. Now, I hear that you were off meeting up with Johnny, going behind my back.
Blaine couldn’t believe the audacity of the girl. He knew that she was young and in love with him, but he didn’t want her throwing her life away. He also didn’t want a wild card woman, off doing whatever she pleased and making decisions on his behalf.
“So, you’re not going to come with me?” Olivia whispered.
“Fuck no,” Blaine said, his voice cold.
“Suit yourself,” Olivia said. “I’m going anyway and there’s nothing you can say about it.”
Olivia turned and walked away. Blaine could tell that she was crying, but he was so full of anger he didn’t do anything but watch her walk away.
When she turned to face him, he could see the tears streaming down her face, and it wrenched his heart. He knew that he should say something reassuring, be the good guy, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He did what he did best, and pushed her away.
“Go. Go on the road and fuck your way across the country. I don’t give a shit. Get the fuck out of here, you little whore,” he shouted down the laneway and dismissed her with a flick of his hand.
He saw the pain in her eyes and wanted nothing more than to go back in time thirty seconds to take his harsh words back.
Olivia turned on her heel and ran down the laneway. He heard her little car start up and screech away out of his life.