Rock Revenge: Alex's Story

That seemed the smart thing to do but a hand grabbed me and I got slammed into a brick wall at the back of a building. That really hurt and I swung around, ready to knock someone’s head off.

My punch connected and the attacker backed off. They were a chick. That was a relief. At least she only wanted to rob me, hopefully. I swung again but they ducked, which sent me flying from the momentum.

Then I realised it was Sally from Trouble. What the hell?

“You bitch. You boyfriend-stealing bitch.” She screamed and put her head down to charge at me.

I grabbed her, trying to stop her before someone got hurt.

“What the hell?”

“You and Alex.” She panted, out of breath. “In my office, of all places.”

I closed up. I knew she’d been pissy but I’d ran out of there so fast, I’d not realised the depth of her rage.

“Alex is your boyfriend?”

“Well, not technically but I called dibs on him when he first came to the club.”

“Dibs? How does that even work? I don’t think Alex is dibs-able.”

She stopped, folded her arms and stared at me.

“You screwed in him on my desk.”

I blushed. We might not have screwed but we’d done enough.

An old lady from one of the apartments opened her window. “Shut up down there. I’m trying to sleep.”

It was 3pm but I wasn’t going to argue with her. I grabbed Sally’s arm and pulled her from the alleyway. The two of us in a screaming match probably wasn’t the best idea.

“I know everything,” Sally said. “It wasn’t hard with a bit of Googling. Alex was in a band with your brother. Your brother is dead. Alex was driving the car.”

“That’s pretty much it.” It was a relief to have someone know. Not that I wanted to keep it a secret but it seemed something you couldn’t easily introduce into a conversation.

“Oh, the big brother’s best friend thing. You’ve wanted him since you were knee-high and would do anything to get him. That’s it, isn’t it?”

I shrugged.

“I saw you go downstairs with him and tried to follow so I could stop you but I got caught up and, by the time I got there, it was too late. It was all ‘ooh Alex, that feels so good, ooh ahhh, ooohh’.”

Sweet Jesus, I hoped I hadn’t sounded like that. I’d not even been aware of anything from the time I’d gone into the office. I’d become a ball of sensation, no thoughts and no rationality. Nothing had existed except my desires.

“God, do you have any idea how bad that was. I had to go into work the next day with some industrial strength antibacterial wipes. It’s all well and good to have your fun screwing around but you never stopped to think that was someone’s desk and they have to work on it. Covering someone’s desk with your bodily fluids is not very nice for them, you know.”

Shit, I hadn’t even thought of it like that. I’d not even realised it was Sally’s office at the time. I thought it was a store room or something.

I noticed the coffee shop that Alex had taken me to across the road. I suggested we got coffee since I didn’t really feel that comfortable with someone discussing my bodily fluids in the street.

After we found a table at the back and ordered, I texted the guys to let them know I’d be a bit late for practice.

“The truth of it is that I came here to get revenge on him,” I said.

“Revenge, by screwing him? How does that work?”

“We didn’t actually screw and that was a stupid diversion. Revenge is my goal.”

Revenge had been my goal. It wasn’t even like sex had been part of my game plan. Like if I’d decided to make him fall in love with me so I could heartlessly dump him, that would make sense but I’d just almost screwed him for no reason. Well, no reason except it felt good.

She seemed to relax a bit then and sipped on her Chai Latte. “Maybe I need revenge too.”

“That might ruin your chances with him.”

“Ha, what chances? No matter how hard I try, nothing works. He is only nice to me so I’ll work harder, I know that. And then he told me our relationship was only ever going to be business.”

She sighed.

“Well, you’re much too good for him anyway. He has a fuckton of issues,” I said.