Blood Sugar

Part Ninety-Six: Sweet Revenge

There she was. In her fuck-me-pumps and an extra short skirt. Walking the club like she was the only one. But ha, she was just one in 24. And everyone who had a set of functioning eyes and brains knew it. And hell yeah, I knew it. Keanu knew it and John did, too.

My whole body was shaking. I wanted to punch her in the face. But Keanu managed to hold me back. "We've got better things planned out for this one", he said.

It was an evil plan, I must say. And from a feminist point of view it was real real bad. And I mean real bad. Bashing other girls as a woman was the last option. But it was 1989 and noone gave a fuck about feminism and I couldn't think of anything else to do with this one.

We had spent all weekend doing research on her. We found embarassing pictures of her with orthodentic headgear. Ex boyfriends who told us how pathetic she was and what kind of psycho bullshit she had done in the past. P.e. walking up to their houses drunk and writing I'll have your babies with lipstick on their windows after they broke up.

We prepared a flyer with every information collected and her phone number on it, too and were ready to give it to every person in this club. Her nasty grin would soon fade. And she would hopefully leave us alone. Probably because she couldn't step foot on LA ground anymore. Keanu was even ready to sue her for stalking as a next step.

When she noticed me she gave me a nasty grin and I returned my sweetest smile which seemed to confuse her. She turned around to threw herself at the next unwitting dude.

Keanu clenched his fists. "That's it. She's not gonna wrap the next innocent guy around her finger. Give me one of these", he said to Rio who was carrying the bag with the flyers.

With an evil grin on his face he walked up to her. "Keanu. What a pleasure. Are you coming to say sorry?", she asked him.

He shook his head and had these crazy psycho eyes which should've told her he's not a person to be trifled with. He waved the flyer in her face and her jaw dropped. She was just gonna take it from him but he quickly turned away handing it to the clueless dude next to her.

He took a quick look, raised his eyebrows, bit his lip and turned around to leave. Helen's face was bright red and she was lost for words. Her eyes watery, I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. Her body was quivering when she shakingly said: "How could you?"

"Look at yourself, princess. You're the one ruining relationships, stalking and terrorizing helpless men. How could you?", he asked her and she burst out into tears, running out of the club.

"Ouch.. that hurt", Rio said while scratching his neck and watching her walk off. "Sure we should spread the rest of these?", he asked and pointed to his bag. Keanu nodded heavily. "A hundred percent sure", he said, grabbed a pack and threw it into the crowd, screaming out in joy "Fuck.. this is so relieving. Let's fucking party."

Anxiety was falling off all of us and we continued dancing until the next morning. There were no regrets. You gotta do what you gotta do.

As soon as I was home, I dialed John's number. It peeped a couple of times and I groaned "Come on.." when he took the call.

"Come on what?", John asked and chuckled.

"John! You're home!", I cheered.

"I am. Hey honey. How have you been? Isn't it the middle of the night in LA?"

"Ohhhh yeah. But I gotta tell you something", I slurred.

"Shoot."

"We totally bashed Helen tonight", I said and told him what we had done.

"Ouch... that hurt", he said and I chuckled. He had used the exact same words as Rio. I couldn't help but imagine them as friends. One day it was gonna happen.

"I knooow. But we will finally be through with her now!"

"Yeah that's cool. She deserved it."

"How are you, baby? What are you doing?", I asked.

"Um.. I'm hanging out in my room. We're having a gig in a couple of hours. And it's being taped. Turn on your TV tonight", he said.

"I will! I miss you, Johnny", I said and started sobbing out of nowhere. I was too damn drunk.

"Hey.. shush. It's not gonna be long until we meet."

"I knooow. But don't you miss me, too?"

"Oh.. you won't believe it."

After we hung up, I let the phone sink on the ground and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I rubbed my eyes. It was already 4 PM and I cursed for missing half of the day. I called Chris to invite him over and watch the Chilis concert.

We sat on my couch and got comfortable with takeaway chinese food. I held the box of noodles in my lap and a piece of carrot was hanging from my mouth as I took the remote and turned the TV on. I switched to the right programme and leaned back.

They first did an interview and a petite blackhaired girl asked them about making the record and touring. "What would you guys be doing if you weren't on the road right now?", she asked.

"Making love to the most beautiful girl out there.. called Ione Skye", Tony said in a soft voice and looked into the camera.

Then Flea took the mic quickly. "I'd be spending time with my daughter and my wife and playing basketball."

He looked to the rest and pointed the mic to John who raised his brow.

He looked confused and his eyes were red. He's high, I thought.

"Playing the guitar", he blankly said. Flea took the mic back. "Aaand?", he asked and put the mic back under John's nose. "Playing the guitar and spending time with my girlfriend", he said and smirked in Flea's direction.

The journalist raised her brows. "So you guys are all happily in love?"

"Chad Smith over here is ready for p****", Flea said with the last word peeped out. He put his hand over his mouth. "Geez. You're not allowed to say that, right?", he asked, acting innocent and the guys started laughing.

The interviewer did, too and shook her head.

"Ok. So.. he's still not found the one. So every fair maiden looking for her prince charming. Call 213 Sex, Sex, Sex", he said and the interviewer couldn't keep it together. She looked to the side constantly as if she was asking the camera men to stop filming.

Chad, Tony and John started bawling and Tony took the mic from Flea ending her embarassement. "Thank you, beautiful interview lady. But me and my crew, we have to play an outstanding show for our crowd now."

"Poor girl", I said with my mouth full and Chris nodded, still chuckling.

My heart was still racing from John's remark he was gonna spend time with me. But I must say, I got a little offended when he put the guitar first. But then again.. he wasn't Tony or Flea. He was still shy about his private side in public which was cute, too. At least I couldn't help but smile and feel the butterflies watching their show.