Just a Teen Girl

Chapter Seven

Lucy

True to his word, Noah stayed and helped me clean the entire house. It was past noon when we finally got done.

My stomach is outraged that I unintentionally forgot to eat lunch. Of course it wasn't on purpose, I'm definitely a fan of food, but do you think my stomach cares that it was an accident.

"You want a ham and cheese sandwich?"

"Do you have any lettuce?"

"Duh, can't believe you're even asking that."

No sooner I had said that my illusive brother walked in to the kitchen.

"Yo Noah, I got some deats on a race tonight. you in? It's a $500 buy in."

"Really Jeff you wanna talk about this in front of your sister?"

"Please, like Jeff could keep a secret if his life depended on it."

"Oh is that so? Lue, you want me to tell Noah here a very dirty secret of yours. And you know which one I'm talking about."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Keep yaping your mouth and I most certainly would."

"f*****g asshole."

The room goes quiet as mine and Jeff's argument is done. Now Noah is staring at the both of us. Looking quite stumped on what my secret could be. I do not want to have that conversation with him. I barely know the guy for f***s sake.

"So Jeff what's this dirty secret of Lucy's?"

"OK, so it goes like this-"

"Jeff! Fine, what do you want? Just don't say anything!" Cutting Jeff off, I plead with him through my eyes.

I'm a "local artist" , but my work isn't exactly legal. And no one besides my brother knows these works of art around town are mine. Jeff even only knows because, he had caught me with some supplies when I was coming home from making the piece. Then with that he put two and two together and then harped me about it until I confessed. My art work ranges from spray painting, to sculptures; anything that fits what I'm protesting or trying to support. Sometimes I do it just to make a statement that I want the public eye to see. And if word gets out that it is me behind it. No ivy league college, facing criminal charges, kicked out of school. everything I've worked hard for down the drain; not to mention all the stares and rumors that would circulate through out my school and the rest of the community.

"Cover for me next time I need to do something unsavory in the eyes of our parents."

"Deal."

"Looks like Lucy will have to tell you herself Noah. Anyway back to my main point, are you in for the race?"

Noah get's caught up eyeing me suspiciously that it takes him a full minute to reply to Jeff.

"Uh, yah count me in dude."

I know I haven't dodged a bullet yet, its only temporarily distracted. Although, I'll never outwardly agree to it, I'm dying to see Noah race. I'll get Jeff to give me the deats on it when we are alone, I don't want Noah to think I'd encourage it.

***

Monday.

Turns out the race was later that night, it was such a rush to watch Noah racing. He was up against 3 other people; he didn't win but came in second by less than half a car length. I had decided not to bet, because I just wanted to be an innocent by stander, but if I go again... I might place a bet just for the thrill of it.

I haven't told a sole yet, but I'm saving from my job to purchase a Harley-Davidson Sportster XL883 aka Iron 883. I've saved birthday money since I was 8 and motorcycles first caught my attention. As well from my job that I've had for over a year now. I'm more than 3/4 the way there, in fact I'm only two grand short. So I'm pretty confident any dealership would be ecstatic to work with me.

My only worry is what do I tell my parents, and how to I go about letting kids from my school see me driving it. It'll quickly put a label on me. It's totally worth it, but I hate gossip and stares.

Walking out of my last class, I have my last period as an open. walking to the mini mart that is down the street from the high school I grab my usual NOS drink, jerky stick and a bag of peach rings. Wonderfully unhealthy food. Then finding my usual spot in the cafeteria and start work on some homework. This routine I've set out for myself is a sense of comfort and bliss.

Plugging in my headphones, I disconnect from the rest of the world.