After dinner, Maddie’s group hangs out with some of the teens from the New Mexico group. They make friends with Gabe and Luis, who are very handsome and friendly. Unfortunately, Jane and Claire think that they are hot and do everything they can to entice the young men. They make it clear, by speaking Spanish to Maddie, that they want nothing to do with the girls. Clayton joins in, surprising everyone further, with the fact that he, too, knows Spanish and is fluent. Maddie gets angry with him when he insinuates that he and Beverly might have had sex.
“You haven’t! You didn’t!” Maddie was disgusted with Clayton for having sex with Beverly. “I just lost all respect for you, Clayton Ash.”
“No, no, no. Guys exaggerate,” he assured her. “Nothing that interesting. Little second base, that’s it, I swear.”
“It’s really rude to talk in a language not everyone understands,” Jane said stiffly. “You’re going to make it seem like you’re talking about us.”
Luis couldn’t control his laugh. It burst from him loudly and convulsively. Sputtering, he leaned over while Gabriel whacked him on the back.
“Oh, you mean like how I feel every time you start talking about your stupid Job’s Daughters stuff,” Patti said. “You know I quit. But you talk about it anyway.”
“It’s not stupid! It’s sacred,” Claire protested loudly.
“My dad says Masons are a cult,” Patti continued. “And all that crap, all those rituals, they’re wrong. They aren’t sacred at all.”
“If it’s so awful, why were you in?” Claire tried to sound superior.
“Because I thought it would be fun and interesting,” Patti replied. “But I didn’t know I’d have to be around such obnoxious bitches as you.”
“What? We were nice to you!” Beverly said weakly.
“Nice? You call talking about me and laughing behind my back nice? I don’t need your kind of nice. It feels so good to tell you all to stuff it.”
“Come on, girls,” Claire said. “It’s obvious this riffraff don’t deserve to hang around us.” She got up with forced bravado. Tossing her hair, she tried to hop gracefully from the back of the pickup, but lost her balance, tipping to one side as she landed.
The others followed her reluctantly, not wanting to leave the boys behind. Claire insisted, walking into the fellowship hall as quickly as she could.
“She’s gonna pee in your shampoo,” Clayton said as he watched them walk away. “Or whatever it is evil bitches from hell do to get even.”
“Put condoms in your purse,” Maddie said.
“Or threaten to tell people you gave someone a blow job,” Patti added, not thinking of her audience.
The men all perked up with that announcement.
“Do tell,” Brad said quickly. “Who was the lucky guy?”
“There wasn’t one. She was going to lie and say I gave one to Cl—” She snapped her lips shut, but it was too late.
“Wow, Clay—way to go, dude!” Brad and Clayton did a complicated handshake.
“Wish I could say we had,” Clayton said kindly. “Cause I’m sure it would have been great. But no. Patti hasn’t sucked my man juice.”
Maddie, who was closer, punched him—hard. He rubbed his arm, protesting loudly.
© 2015 Dellani Oakes