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cracking his dimples at me. Most girls would swoon and fall at his feet with the sight of his lickable dimples, but there is only one guy who has registered on my radar.
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    Baby
    Making myself comfortable, I kick off my shoes and curl up on Rebel's bed. Looking around the tiny room Slim once shared with Wild Cherry, I notice Rebel has left it almost the same as it was when it was his father's.  The unchanged motorcycle magazines are stacked in the corner by the small dresser. The same club pictures hang on the wall, the one hanging to the left of the room makes me sad for what used to be, it is a photo of my father and Slim when they were barely twenty. My father didn't have so many teardrops tattooed on his face, the two of them standing in front of their bikes look so young and carefree. They don't appear like the men I know now, worn down by the life and dead.
    "Whatcha need to talk to me about?" I push my chest forward slightly allowing Rebel a peek between the buttons of my shirt, showing him a hint of my lacey black bra. What can I say old habits die hard, now I only do it to fuck with him. He takes a seat on the bed beside of me propping his arms behind his head against headboard, crossing his ankles.
    "Baby, you know I care about you right?" He lets out a deep breath and sighs, a frown forming at the corners of his mouth.  I don't say anything, afraid of where this conversation is headed. "So do you want to tell me how in the fuck it is that Lucky, a motherfucking Devils Reject knows your name?"
    I tense instantly when he mentions Lucky, but I am not biting that easily. "Well it is no secret who my father is and they are our biggest rival, not hard to know how to press buttons when you know what you are aiming for."  I smile proudly with my white lie.
    "That's true but Baby, I don't want to have to tell you again, don't you ever fucking go around any member of the Devils Rejects. If I hear of it again I will take it to Grim, then you will have to deal with him. Feel me?"
    "Yeah, I feel you. Are we cool?"
    "One more thing, I keep having a memory or a dream where we..." his cheeks flush, is he embarrassed?  "Did we?" he has a confused look on his face; he must be having flashbacks of the night we almost went all the way.
    "Let me refresh your mind." I straddle his lap and tug on his zipper. "You mean to tell me you don't remember claiming me and asking me to be your old lady when I turn eighteen."  Rebel looks scared shitless. I unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt.
    He takes a deep breath swallowing the lump in his throat, "I did what?" He grabs my hands stopping me from undressing any further.
    "I'm just fucking with you. We kissed, we fooled around, and it felt like I was making out with a cousin or something. Don't worry; you are off of my radar. You have been for a while, what is with you. You need to lay off that puff puff pass and moonshine, it's fried your brain."
    Our conversation comes to a stop at the sound of a voice filtering through the vent in the floor at the by the bed below our heads at the head of the bed. " I must have fainted. Guess I forgot to eat and the heat got to me. I'm so sorry. I feel like an idiot." Her voice is muffled but I know it's her—Rumor.
    Rebel scurries from the bed as if someone just told him the Roadhouse was on fire. Without a word, I begin to follow him down the stairs to the bar. Rebel comes to a halt at the foot of the stairs with me standing a few steps behind him. Rumor looks over at the two of us just as I button the last two buttons of my shirt. She has a lost expression on her face, before her facade suddenly changes. It's as if something inside of her has snapped, as she leans up to Tread and places a small kiss on his mouth.
    Rebel doesn't look back at me and continues out the back door, I follow him, stopping in the kitchen. I know he needs space and has a lot on his mind.
    Rumor
    Struggling to sit up I look to my left when I spot Rebel and Baby coming down