Pulse

Chapter 7- The Nicest Asshole I Can Be

Chapter 7-

Dorian's POV

I call my mother, and have her come pick me. She pulls up in her dark blue SUV, scowling at me. 

"What." I glower back at her. Her brunnette hair shimmers, and I instantly feel bad. She is the only woman I truly respect, not that I don't respect women in general but she's the only one I don't want to strangle.

I slam the door, forgetting that I don't actually have a reason to be mad, and sit in the seat, "Can we pick my bike up, please."

"Dory."

I hate when she calls the that. And flashes of Oxana calling me that and smiling  obnoxiously sneak into my mind. I do my best to push them out, and concentrate on the important subject here. My bike. My baby.

"We're going to have to call triple A or something." 

That would be a little expensive for me. I try to stay calm, resisting the urge to cuss at my own mother.

"I don't have the money." I grumble.

My moms eyes stay fixed on the road, and I can tell she's thinking of a way to save me. She always saves me.

Her eyes lighten up, "You know Bill?"

Her filthy rich "manfriend". And notorious rich asshole. To me anyway.

"Pleated sweater Bill? The one with short man syndrome?"

She slaps my arm playfully, "He's at least 5'9!"

"With your high heels on maybe." I laugh, and she can't help but join in.

"Anyway," she continues, "he owns the local towing company. I will call him, and invite him over for tonight so he doesn't think I'm using him. I really am starting to like him, Dorian, and if he helps, you will owe him one. Don't scare him away."

Maybe she shouldn't date short guys who get scared by seniors in highschool then.

"Sure."

She rolls her eyes, and has me dial his number for her. Only she can bring out my soft side. I can't help but try to be my best around her, but after she is gone it seems as if nothing matters and my true self comes out. 

Oxana almost reminds me of her. She brings out a better side of me, even if she does annoy the shit out of me at the same time.

After two hours of waiting, following the tow truck home, and prepping dinner, we all sit together at the dinner table. I glare at the overly dressed man in front of me, and he tries to not show the fact that he sees my bitter expression. It takes all but 5 seconds before my mother notices and stares me down, clearing her throat. 

"Well Dorian, you may want to go check on Oxana, it was a long day for her thanks to you."

It was actually her fault that she had to go flying out of school with tears brimming her eyes, even though her stupid ass wouldn't admit it to me or even herself. And in that moment I just couldn't pretend I hadn't seen it.

"We're not hitched, why do I give a shi-"

"Dory."

The pleading look in my moms eyes convinces me, and I also figure she just wanted me out of the house. I nod and trace my two fingers to my eyes, then towards Bill, and mouth, "I'm watching you." 

I try to smile to make it seem more friendly, but his nearly black eyes flood with fear, causing me to grin even more.

"Thanks again man." And my mom sighs with content. I am really becoming the well-mannered fellow.