Faster We Burn (Fall and Rise #2)(38)
Author: Chelsea M. Cameron

Chapter Twenty-six

Stryker

I really wanted to tell Trish to put her angry face away, because she was making everyone uncomfortable, but I couldn’t really do that without making Katie suspicious, so I had to put up with her glare for the entire time we were at Caroline’s. While we sat at the fancy tables that had long tapered candles and pure white tablecloths, while soft violin music played in the background. As soon as we all saw the entree prices, and put our eyes back in after they’d fallen out because of how expensive they were, we ordered two of every appetizer, hoping that would be enough.

I tried to kick Trish under the table, but missed and hit Brady. Confusion ensued and I was afraid Simon was going to join Trish and beat me up.

“Hey you, glaring at my boyfriend. What’s up?” Katie said as we all fished in our pockets and purses for a tip for our disgruntled waiter. He deserved it after dealing with us.

“Nothing,” Trish said, turning off the glare when she looked at Katie. It was like she wasn’t aware she’d been doing it. “I’m just pissed at him about something.”

“Yeah, I got that. You wanna share with the class?” Everyone was pretending not to eavesdrop but failing miserably.

“He knows. Ask him.”

“Oh no, I’m not playing that game, Trish. You two have got some deal and I have the feeling it has to do with me, so spill so you can get over it and we can go back to normal where you guys just fight instead of laying on the silent treatment. It’s freaking me out.”

“You’re not the only one,” Lottie said. “What gives, Trish?”

Trish looked around and I thought I was going to have to pull the fire alarm so she wouldn’t say what I thought she was going to say, but then she surprised me.

“He told someone my real name,” she said, staring down at the tablecloth, which was significantly less-white now, despite all our best efforts.

I breathed a sigh of relief and made a mental note to text Trish and thank her later. I was definitely going to owe her for this one.

“I thought your real name was Patricia,” Simon said.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Audrey said.

“No, it’s not Patricia…” she said. Damn, she was really taking one in the back for me. I could never call her a shitty sister again.

“Then what is it? We’re all on the edge of our seats here,” Brady said.

“It’s Trishella.”

Her announcement was met with a moment of stunned silence and then everyone tried not to laugh and failed.

She crossed her arms and stared at the ceiling. “Go ahead, you can all laugh. Our parents were drug addicts, so they were probably high when they thought of it.”

With that, everyone lost it and we all laughed, earning death glares that rivaled Trish’s from everyone else in the restaurant.

It broke up the moment as we all walked out, much to the relief of the staff of Caroline’s. You could almost hear the audible sigh of relief.

“Was that what she was so pissed about?” Katie asked me as I opened the car door for her.

“Trish really, really hates her name,” I said, hoping that would be enough to convince her, but knowing it probably wasn’t. Katie was a smart girl, and I’d been a moron to think I could fool her for long. Sooner rather than later, this thing was going to come out.

“She looked like she was going to kill you.”

I tried to laugh a little as I got in the driver’s seat. “Wouldn’t you if Trishella was your name?”

She smiled and turned on the radio. “Yeah, I probably would.”

“There you go.”

***

Katie and I decided that we needed some time apart, mostly for her to try to catch up with her classwork and to have some girl time to talk about me when I wasn’t there. I headed back to my apartment to take another shower and try to figure out the best time to tell Katie about Ric. Once again, there she was, leaning against her car and waiting for me.

Think of the devil and she shall appear.

“Did you have fun with your little pink slut?” This time she wasn’t here to apologize. This time she was also drunk. Great. Drunk Ric wasn’t anyone I was fond of, not that I was fond of sober Ric either. The more time I spent with Katie, the more I realized how much I really didn’t like a lot of the girls I’d hung out with for so long. Compared to Katie they were almost unbearable. And Ric was at the top of that list.

“Don’t start Ric. Did you drive here?” I put my key in the door and she followed me, stumbling up the steps.

“Why the f**k do you care?” Drunk Ric had a mouth like a trucker.

“Because as much as I don’t like you right now, I don’t want you to die.”

I picked her up and helped her up the stairs. While it wasn’t completely my fault she was in this condition and also pissed at me, I wasn’t going to just leave her outside. I’d get her inside, hopefully a little sober and then take her home. She’d have to leave her goddamn car here and come back to get it, but at least she’d get home safe.

After a little work, with her resisting the whole time, I got her to the couch and she flopped down.

“Fuck you,” she said into the pillow. I moved her head so she wouldn’t suffocate. This could go one of two ways. I could get angry drunk Ric, or emotional drunk Ric. I wasn’t sure which one was worse at this point. Angry Ric liked to break things, but Emotional Ric liked to tell me really personal things about her past that I definitely didn’t want to know. She also had a habit of throwing herself at people, not that I hadn’t dealt with that already.

“You already did, babe,” I said, going to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. She also had makeup smeared all over her face, like she’d been having some heavy make-out sessions.

“Where’ve you been, Ric?”

“None of your business, a**hole.” I also wet a paper towel so she could clean up a little. “I loved you and you f**ked me over.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m regretting it more than you know.” I sat down next to her and held the glass out. “Drink.”

She pushed the glass away. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

“Come on, Ric. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

She squinted her eyes at me, but took the glass, slopping it all over herself.

“Look, I know you’re pissed at me, and feel free to take it out on me, but leave Katie out of it. She didn’t do anything to you, so just lay off.”

“Nice try, Stryk,” she said, nearly dropping the glass again. “But that bitch has it coming.” Ric pushed me and I snapped. I grabbed both of her arms, hard enough to bruise.

“I swear to God, Ric, if you hurt her, I will make you wish you were never born. You remember what I used to be like, right? Well if you mess with Katie, I’ll make that guy look like a f**king boy scout. Got it?” She struggled, trying to get away, but I wanted to make sure she had the message.

She growled and tried to lunge and bite me, but I was ready for her. She knew my patterns, but I knew hers, too.

“Don’t even try it, bitch.”

I shoved her away from me and stormed out. I needed a smoke.

***

When I came back, Ric was passed out. Well, at least she wasn’t talking. Bad news was that I’d have to let her sleep it off. She lived in a seriously sleazy part of town, and I wasn’t going to dump her back at her place in this bad of shape. It was a wonder nothing had happened to her yet.

I covered her up and made sure she wouldn’t suffocate on the pillows. I also left a bucket, just in case, and went to my room, taking my banjo. I had different instruments for different moods and this felt like a banjo time.

I warmed up with a few chords and then played some bluegrass. When it came to music, I tended to like things that were a little offbeat, or at least had some interesting and complicated instrumentation. Trish used to say that bluegrass was for losers, but that was because she couldn’t play an instrument if her life depended on it. I’d tried to teach her a ton of times, but she just didn’t grasp the concept. She had a great voice, though, but she wouldn’t sing if anyone ever asked her. She’d only do it if she felt like it, which was usually only when she was alone. My theory was that she was afraid she sucked and she enjoyed singing so much that it would ruin it for her forever. And of course, me telling her she didn’t suck had no impact.

I missed Katie.

Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through the pictures I’d taken of her. Now, if I could only get those blown up, I could wallpaper my room with them.

She’d kill me, but at least I’d get to have her around me.

I thought about calling just to check in on her, but I couldn’t be that guy. Reading between the lines, Zack had been a possessive and controlling, always calling and checking on her and wanting to know where she was at all times. Anything I could do to show her I wasn’t him was a good thing, so I settled for playing my banjo and thinking about her and hoping Ric would remember what I said tomorrow and leave us the hell alone.

***

Ric was gone when I got up the next morning, and from a quick look outside, so was her car. Damn. I just hoped she’d been sober enough to get home without having a fender bender. She didn’t leave a note or anything, and her calls went straight to voicemail when I tried to check up on her. I was just putting on a new shirt so I could go to her place and make sure she was ok when someone banged on my door.

“Stryker! I swear to God, you never answer your f**king phone!” Trish.

I yanked the door open.

“What? You came to yell at me some more?” Then I saw that she’d been crying. Trish never cried. It was a bit like seeing the moon rise in the morning instead of the sun.

“Ric was in an accident early this morning. She…um, she didn’t survive.”

Katie

It was going to take more than a week to catch up on just the reading that I’d missed while I was gone, but my brain wouldn’t focus. Things like school seemed so pointless. I mean, what was it for? I didn’t even have a major, didn’t have any idea what I wanted to study or do with my life. I thought that once I got to college, I’d have some sort of epiphany, like in a movie, and it would all be clear what my true calling was. Yeah, I was still waiting for that call. It had me on hold and the music sucked.

Once my eyes started to swim, Lottie and I called it a night.

“Can you believe Trish’s real name?” Lottie said as we both lay in our beds with the lights off. I didn’t think either of us felt like sleeping.

“I can’t believe that was what she was so pissed about. I mean, really? Trish doesn’t seem like the type to get that royally ticked over something like that.”

“I don’t know, did you see how she got when Nicholas Sparks was brought up? I thought she was going to strangle us all.”

“True.” Still, there was something nagging me about the way Trish had been treating Stryker.

“Crazy, she gets,” Lottie said.

“Amen.”