Hating the Player - Loving the Game

Chapter 4: Bunny and the Beast

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It was dark by the time Jamie's huge-ass SUV pulled up next to the curb - If we were aiming for subtlety we failed miserably. What kind of parents allow their teenager to drive such a monstrous vehicle? Probably the same ones who are oblivious to their eldest son's inappropriate playboy party attitude. I could always use that to my advantage - a failsafe incase this plan is a flop...and if the metal pipe doesn't have the desired effect of getting permanently lodged somewhere rather unpleasant. But, If I was being honest with myself I did not think that simply 'tattling' on Jay would achieve the sense of justice that I was looking forward to winning for Millie.

I reached for the handle, but before I could unlatch the door and walk the twenty feet to the club the door's automatic lock clicked down. I turned to shoot an inquisitive and semi-reproachful look over my shoulder at the culprit - who I assumed would have been Jaime since he currently occupied the front seat, and therefor has access the remote locking mechanism - but my expression faltered halfway when I saw Millie had practically toppled over Jamie in an attempt to reach the lock. She was now ungracefully sprawled over his shoulder, her elbow attempting to rest nonchalantly on the steering wheel, but failing miserably because the unconvincing performance/posture also included a stunned Jamie being smushed up against the driver's side window.

Amusement and confusion were the two central emotions battling it out in my mind. Surprisingly, 'curiosity' won. I was just about to voice the question that had formed on my lips when Millie quickly interrupted - and further confused - my thoughts dead in their tracks.  

"And where the hell do you think you're going looking so god-damn-decent? hmmm?" She was channeling a vibe one can only describe as superficial-motherly-house-wife-with-a-side-of-disaproval-and-impatience.

I glanced down at myself, jumbled, then back up. "I, uh, what?" I managed to spit out, bewildered as I was.

"Jacket" was all she said with a pointed look, as if I was supposed to gain some moment of realization from that cryptic non-sequitur.

"Jacket? What's wrong with my jacket?" I was honestly perplexed, looking down at myself once more. I'd like to think that Jamie's expression was just as confused as mine was - not many people can keep up with Millie's trains of thought - but his was currently being shamelessly smushed into oblivion against the glass, so I was fairly certain that at the moment the only expression he was wearing was 'pain'.

"The problem" she drawled out exasperatedly "is that it exists!" Millie finished indignantly. It would have been a good line if what she did immediately afterward hadn't ruined the effect: When she readjusted her posture her elbow slipped onto the horn, simultaneously sending off a noise that would certainly alert anyone in the general vicinity to the strange scene unfolding in the driver's seat, but also causing Millie to startle herself. This undoubtedly made her jump back and further push poor Jamie's skull into the window. "now hand it over" palm up, she flicked her fingers in a curl towards herself - a curt, no-nonsense action.

For the first time that night I hesitated. I had been so sure of my plans. I knew exactly what I was to do once I got inside the club: what I would say, how to act, Millie even made me practice flirtatious smiles - which apparently come in many varieties that all send different messages; what I had failed to consider was that I would have to put on my performance without the comfort of a second skin. I had chosen the tight-fit leather jacket specifically for this mission. I personally thought that it had the perfect amount of sex-appeal, meanwhile offsetting the embarrassing royal-purple dress rather nicely. But Millie wasn't having any of that.