Free Unclaimed by S. Brent

although he didn’t know he was my brother.   Our father acknowledged him.  He was the oldest of our father’s legitimate children.
    “Pru, what are you doing tonight?” she hollered from across the shop.  Her voice seems to bounce off the walls.  God, that girl was loud.
    Pru was staring at her.  We all are.  Maggie was interesting to say the least.  I have no idea how these two are friends.  Maggie was loud and over the top, while Pru was quiet, more subtle.
    “I don’t know,” she said.  “Nothing?”
    Ohhh , I planned to change that.  I just hadn’t gotten that far yet.  Clearly this girl spooked easily.  I was going to have to ease her into spending more time with me.  I already knew that much.
    “Yes you are,” Maggie said .  No, I wanted her evening, not Maggie.  I had no idea how to redirect this.  “Spunk concert tonight at The Hole,” she pointed at Pru.  “No arguments, no homework,” she ordered.
    “Fine,” Pru said reluctantly and I went back to work.  Pru closed her eyes.  What did that mean?  Did she not like Spunk?  Did she not like going out?  Was it The Hole?  I wanted to know which part of it she was not a fan of so I could use it to my advantage.
    “Guys?” Maggie addressed everyone else, “Spunk concert?”  Of course, I instantly agreed, several of us did.  Unknowingly Maggie had just made my life easier for me.  I wanted to spend more time with Pru.  I was trying to find a way of getting to that without scaring her off again and now I had a way to do that even if it was a Spunk concert.

 
    Chapter 5
     
     
    Prudence
     
    The Hole was a bar that frequently had live music.  Spunk, was a local band they frequently book. A local favorite.  They were good, really good.  Surprising they hadn’t made it big yet but I figured it was only a matter of time.
    We kne w the members of Spunk pretty well.
    Oz, their lead singer is a geeky l ooking guy with a husky voice.  He looked like your average, clean-cut guy but when he gets up on stage he instantly turned into a badass rock star with a panty dropping voice.
    Stinky played the guitar.  An average size, thin, black guy with long dread locks.
    Kirk also played the guitar.  He was a sweet, chubby guy who married his high school sweetheart and had two kids.
    Miguel was a tall, goofy looking guy with no lips and long blond hair.  He had an on again, off again thing with Maggie, currently off but that could change any moment.  Miguel played the bass.
    The las t member of the band was Talon.  He was the drummer.  He had shaggy, dark brown hair that curls at the ends and big, brown eyes.  He usually sported some unshaven scruff.  He was Skyla’s half-brother.
    After we left Dirty Ink, Maggie and I headed home to change and pick up Sky la before heading to The Hole.  I was tired and my side hurt but I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to see Lincoln again.
    The entire ride Maggi e questioned me about Lincoln.  What did we talk about?  Did he flirt with me?  Did I flirt back?  Did I think he was interested in me?  Was I interested in him?  And it went on and on.
    He was hot and I want to see him again, get to know him better, and yes, I would definitely be up for more amazing sex.  I couldn’t wait to see him again.
    It was nearly eleven and he still had n’t shown, or at least I hadn’t seen him.  Maggie, Skyla, and I were standing by the side of the stage talking with the Spunk members.  It was very possible that Maggie and Miguel were on again.  She was hanging on him and smiling up at him.
    “Wow, Pru, yo u always manage to impress me.  You look like a little rockin’ doll,” Talon said.  I couldn’t help but blush at his ridiculous compliment.  Due to my fair skin and short stature I’ve been called a doll most of my life.  He twirled his drumstick between his fingers as he sat on the steps that lead up to the stage to watch me.  He looked thoughtful.  “I don’t think