Phases Eight

Phase 35 Red Snow

The bikers were worse than homeless destitutes. They never made any hiatus except at the intermittent pitstops. Money, food and water were on rations as they rode off the grid. Civilisation was a hypothetical question on their track. The canaries that sat on the rear view mirrors of the bikes, hoping to get a nut or two from the snickers were the menu for the night's barbecue. The riders were no racist in their appetite.

Like I promised, I never disturbed my partner and he seemed to be quite fine riding along with me. Mr Turner had promoted himself from intolerable to tolerably rude. Being his partner in the rally was more like walking over the December snow without a shoe. He was cold, simultaneously a irritating prick for the last twenty four hours, before I gave him a hand in fixing up the battery of his ride.

See.. I wasn't totally useless.

Burdened by my honor bound service, he stopped passing me those I know how to kick you out kind of looks. Thanks to Leo, if not for his constant nag to assist him repairing his rusty old Harley Davidson I wouldn't have felt home with these riders. Since last night, the riders were so very impressed by my mechanic skills and henceforth entrusted me with battery overhauling services.

We were in a limited recess at the Senecca falls before the final leg of the cross-country rally to Toronto. A Spaniard approached me giving a rib crushing hug ,"Mamacita! Will you get my ride done? Please please please?" he got to his knees.

People saw us in the wrong perception and before his girlfriend could be one among them I agreed to his request. He gave a quick peck on the side of my neck and bolted back to smooch behind the bushes.

"Yuck, why the men are so touchy touchy ?" I muttered to myself.

"Ain't our alpha too like that?" I judged it was Rob's voice. Without turning to him I sat beside the Spaniard's bike to recover it's battery.

You can assume Rob as Jake's bff. Rob was the only person who wasn't beheaded whenever he pissed the alpha. He harnessed the alpha's fluctuations in temper, so in the long run he was named the beta.

"If he ever got touchy, it was to kick me out" I replied, uninterested in the topic.

"He isn't such a meanie" beta defended the alpha.

"You say" I pondered, scratching my forehead. It was too late before I realized I had grease allover my face."Oh shit" I muttered.

"Wow, you look lube sexy " Rob appreciated.

"Do I look sexy only in lubricant?" I wiped the grease off my face with a wet towel.

"Nothing's wrong with that. Actually lube sexy girls are my ideal type. I'm waiting for Jake to ditch you, to be honest" he admitted.

I was helpless. Till then I was establishing my expertise in conjoining rejoinders, but Rob sounded way too serious a minute for me to speak. The jitters crept through my nerves and provoked my sleeping senses until I was open to the truth that I was being ridiculed by the beta.

I should have known better.

"Amy you are so gullible do you know that?" he clenched his stomach and laughed hard.

"Back off Chase" I figured a distinct silhouette nearing us with passion. If you're smelling atrocity in the vicinity it was definitely the alpha.

"Whoa Jake, don't be possessive already. I'm your senior, remember?" Rob pulled his A-card which was completely useless with Jake.

"Sorry mate, but I'm the alpha. My word is the law here." Jake held my shoulders and drove me away. I tried to wriggle out of his hold but his fingers were iron clamped.