“And here I thought that specific nickname was left at the mountain… Guess you really did miss me, Sweetie pie.” Carmen flexes her shoulders and glances at Meadow who winks in a mock kind of sarcastic way. The flirt in her showing face because she uses it when the fight starts to flex.
“Why, when it suits you so well.” She flutters her lashes at the other girl and pouts her lips in an almost kissy kissy manner. I stare, wide eyed, mouth gawping at the weirdness that is happening. I think I might be about to be stuck in a femme fight right here in this cab at this rate and I don’t want to see fur flying.
“Yeah…. Maybe! I was drunk, he was willing, and I was heartbroken. I wanted to wound Colton even an ounce of what he did to me. I didn’t really think it through, or what it would cause. And then…. he didn’t want to know me after. Either of them. That’s what I get, huh? I guess I really am a
Skanky Puta!
” Carmen mimics Med’s heavy accent with the last two words and doesn’t sound like she’s looking for sympathy or a fight, just stating facts. I’m silent in dazed awkwardness as these two seem oblivious to how uncomfy this is getting. Neither giving a toss that they are brewing to battle under the nose of their so-called Luna.
“You play with fire, you get burned. You should have known better than to mess with Colton’s family. I think he could have forgiven anyone else, but not him…. You brought it on yourself, and I’m still pissed at you for it.” Meadow huffs, crosses her arms, and shoves her feet up on the dash to get comfy. Meadow’s pose is casual, loose, making it clear she really is not intimidated, and this is usually when you should be the wariest of her. She can turn in a flash and with her speed calm to death switch, in a blink. I squirm in my seat, trying to visually warn Meds to cool down and back off, my expression being blanked by her regardless.
“What’s new. Meadow being pissed is a daily occurrence. I wouldn’t know what you looked like if you didn’t always snarl my way.” Carmen eyes me with a slight raise of her brow, not backing down either while Meadow glares right back at her.
“Don’t be making funnies about me puta, I will still own your ass.” It’s a veiled threat with intent and the air notches up in degrees as I begin to feel hot. I can’t even with the swirling toxic smog around me coming from both sides. Wriggling as I feed on their hostile moods.
“Yeah yeah…. Like anything you can do would be worse than anything Juan did. I’m not as scared of you as I once was.” Carmen sighs and points at a road sign for a turning that isn’t clear, with both arrows signing for our destination and Meadow sits up to gesture to the left. Nodding she should go that way as she swivels her head and looks around to be certain. A break in the standoff as focus is redirected and then returns to battle mode as soon as she sits back.
“I think I could make that change.” Meadow grins salaciously and this time I’ve had enough of this almost testosterone like pissing competition of strangeness.
“Enough. Meds, behave. Carmen, ignore her. Can we maybe go back to silence and my brain can be saved from a second headache.” I sigh, tired, weary still, and not wanting to spend the rest of this drive listening to these two out bitch one another with threats of violence.
“Know your place. Lorey is MY best friend… she don’t need any more femmes in her circle!” Meadow spits, annoyed that I stuck up for Carmen in a way, her ego bruised, and her feelings bashed as she turns back to curl up against me possessively. Linking her arm in mine with a tug and settling her head on my shoulder, back in the position she slept. She fully hems me into my corner and turns her body, so her butt faces Carmen as she snorts in disgust at her.
I giggle as it hits me full frontal and completely lifts my mood.
Meadow is jealous!
That’s what all this posturing is and why she changed her tune so God damn fast once we hit the road. It’s as cute as when Colton gets territorial and ridiculous over equally absurd things and I beam, enveloped in affectionate warmth that my crazy Chica is sulking over this.
Her asking Carmen along at the house changed rapidly when she realized I was not being hostile and asked her to give Carmen a chance. I see it now, why she’s being so cold and looking to upset the girl. I stopped hating on her and have shown her a modicum of compassion, and Meadow is a hot fiery Latino with a green streak a mile high at times. All this, Meadow is being very wolf in her possessive and almost territorial protection of a femme she considers her family. I may not be her mate, but she’s my momma wolf, my sister, my best friend, and she doesn’t like it one bit that I’m trying to let Carmen redeem herself. I laugh inwardly and hug Meds with a little more force than necessary and shake my head at her.
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