Free Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel (The Rebel Series) by Elle Casey Page B

and the other one had just about every bone in his face broken.
    Teagan sighs out long and loudly.   “Fine.   Take me to Rebel Wheels.   But I am not sleeping in the same room as him.   I’m sleeping on the couch.”
    “Good.   I don’t want you sleeping with that turdle.   He needs to come clean and tell you the whole truth.”
    “Damn straight,” she says, starting up her car and reversing out of the space.   “I’m not putting up with any bullshit.   I may still be poor and pretty much totally dependent on him for survival, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let myself get walked on.   I’m not a friggin doormat.”   She spins her car’s back wheels out as she takes off onto the main road.
    “Hell to the yeah, you’re not. And don’t shoot me for saying this, but I don’t think Rebel would expect or want you to be. Doormattage is not sexy.”
    “Yeah, well, I thought I knew him pretty well, but now I wonder.”
    The rest of the ride to Rebel’s place passes in silence.   I come up with no less than six conversation starters, all of which I abandon in favor of saying nothing. I want to believe Rebel didn’t lie and that this is all a big misunderstanding, because without his support, I really don’t know what my friend will do. I could probably get my parents to let her stay on our couch for a couple days, but after that I know they’ll tell me she has to go.   Our house is just too freaking small and with Jersey there making everything ten times harder than it would be without him, having guests is just beyond my parents’ stress threshold.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

    WE PULL INTO THE PARKING lot of Rebel Wheels as the door to the main office flies open. A girl with long black hair comes storming out, and Teagan barely misses running her over.
    She screams in surprise and then glares at us through the windshield.   “Watch where you’re going, you crazy bitch!” she screams.
    Teagan yanks her emergency brake up in one quick pull and throws open the door.   “I know you didn’t just call me a crazy bitch.”
    The girl with the hair is no dummy.   Even I’m scared at Teagan’s tone.   She takes one look at my BFF’s angry expression and hightails it over to her white BMW.   She’s in with the doors locked before Teagan even makes it around her Beetle.
    “That’s right!” Teagan yells at the back of the car as it roars past us.   “You better run!”
    I look at Teagan and start laughing.   Her hair is all over the place and one of her boobs is almost out of her dress.
    “What are you laughing at?” she says.
    “I’m not sure, but I think I’m looking at a very angry hooker.”   I point to her chest.   “Your fun bags are coming loose.”
    She looks down and takes a moment to stuff her boob back in her dress.   “Better?” she asks, looking up at me.   For the first time in an hour, she’s grinning a little.
    “Better.”   I look at the entrance to the parking lot.   The car is long gone.   “Who was that chick?”
    “How the hell do I know?   Maybe she’s one of Rebel’s old girlfriends who wasn’t a girlfriend.”
    I put my arm over her shoulders and guide her to the front door.   “Don’t be like that.   Come on, let’s go have a beer.”   The incident with the Beemer girl has somehow let off some of the stress that was bogging us down.   I’d send her a thank you text if I knew her number.
    “I’d rather have a chocolate milk,” Teagan says, pouting.
    “Fine.   If you insist on giving my lactose intolerant behind diarrhea, then so be it.   Chocolate milk it is.”
    “Ew.   You can have a beer.   I’ll have a chocolate milk.”
    “Okay, if you say so.   But just know that I would sacrifice my digestion for your happiness.”
    She walks into the office ahead of me, waiting and locking the door behind me as I pass through.   “Thanks.   That means a lot.   I’m not sure that anyone has ever made that pledge to me before.”
    We