Текст книги "Rule"

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The bed depressed when she climbed up next to me as I kicked my peep toe heels off and tugged my belt through the loops on my slacks.

“It was bad today?”  Ayden was from Kentucky and her southern drawl rolled over me like a smoothing balm.

“He was with some skank again, he had a hickey the size of Alaska on his neck, my mortal enemy from high school hit on him at Starbucks and it took Margot and Dale less than a minute to insult his clothes and hair and remind him he is not now or never will be his dead twin brother.  Luckily this time they left out his job and disregard for manners but he blew his top and stormed out.  They’ve all decided its best we no longer come up on Sunday making this the second family I’ve been a part of that can’t figure it out and just love and appreciate one another and to top it off Gabe has been blowing up my phone all day and I can’t think of anyone I want to talk to less, so yeah it was really fucking bad today.”

She brushed a hand over my hair and laughed softly.  “Girl, the situations you find yourself in.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Did you give him the key to his place back?”

I moaned a little and buried my head in the pillow.  “No I totally spaced it but it’s not like I’m in any hurry to walk in on him and two girls at once again.  Honestly I’ll be super glad to never have to see Rule’s pierced junk again.”

She snickered a laugh at me and rolled over on to her back so that she was staring at the ceiling.  Ayden’s hair was as black as mine was blond and cut in a funky short pixie style.  She had big whiskey colored eyes and a heart that was pure gold.  Besides Remy she was the best friend I ever had and I loved her for not making me have to lay it all out for her to sift through.  She just got it and while she might not understand how I spent my time equally loathing and loving a person that viewed me as nothing more than a nuisance, she never condemned or criticized me for it.

“That boy, he is a handful.”

“I don’t know, maybe the space will be good for me.  Maybe time away from the whole family will finally give me the breathing room to kill the way I’ve always felt about him.  I can’t spend the rest of my life walking away from other people just because they aren’t Rule.”

“Well I can’t say I’m sorry to see Gabe go, but you do deserve someone that treats you amazing and loves you in all the right ways.  You’ve earned it because no one I’ve ever met in my whole life loves as freely and gives as much as you do and seeing as those parents of yours might as well be carved out of ice that’s just a damn miracle.  You’re a good girl Shaw and at the very least you deserve a good guy.”

I folded my hands together and laid my cheek down.  My head was slowly starting to stop throbbing and all I wanted to do was take a nap and maybe work on processing everything that happened today.

Ayden was right, I did deserve a good guy, I knew what one looked like, knew what one acted like in fact I had been best friends with the ultimate good guy.  Remy embodied everything any sane girl would want in a boyfriend and yet I had never had those feelings for him, not once.  I remembered clearly the first time he had taken me home with him.  I was thirteen and having a really hard time fitting in with all the preppy, rich kids my first year of high school.  I knew now that image and brands mattered, but then I just wanted to wear jeans and my hair in a ponytail.  Remy had been seventeen and captain of the football team.  He found me crying in the girl’s locker room one day after a particularly nasty verbal beat down from Amy and her crew.  He didn’t make fun of me, didn’t ask questions or get all weird because I was a freshman and he was a junior he just bundled me up and carted me home with him because I was sad and alone and he didn’t want me to be either of those things ever again.  He told me he could tell by my eyes that I was a kind person, that I needed someone to look out for me and from that minute on he decided he would be the person to do it.  I remembered all the warm and fuzzy feelings that came with that moment, remembered the gratitude and overwhelming joy I felt at finally having someone see how worthy and deserving of unconditional love I was, but what I remembered most was everything inside me going upside down when Rule walked into the kitchen and titled his chin up at me and asked, “Who’s the chick?”

My heart stopped beating, my lungs felt like they were going to collapse; my skin was suddenly too tight all over my body and I couldn’t form a rational thought or a coherent sentence.  Of course then I chalked it up to a silly teenage crush, all the Archer boys were good looking and had qualities that made them larger than life and every girl I knew had to have a prerequisite infatuation with a bad boy at one time or another, of course they normally grew out of it when they realized the bad boy was just an ass and they deserved to be treated better, but as time went on and as things changed my feelings never did.  It was clear they were never going to be returned, Rule only saw me as Remy’s little tag along, as a spoiled little rich girl and then as we got older as Remy’s girlfriend, which sucked because I had never been any of those things and as a result I sabotaged relationships, turned down guy after guy simply because I didn’t want a good guy, I wanted the one that was damaged and blind to the way I felt.

I was a good girl, I was loyal and honest, and I worked hard and invested a lot of time and energy in building a secure future for myself.  I stayed out of trouble and went out of my way to try and be the polished and perfect daughter my parents wanted me to be and the successful driven woman the Archers had given me the confidence to be, what I never spent any time being was the person that I actually felt like I was.  She was locked somewhere deep inside of me, suffocating and still holding on to the hope that Rule would notice she was alive.  It was exhausting and on the vulnerable moments when I was brutally honest with myself I had to admit I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it up.

Chapter 3

Rule

It was a crazy busy week at the shop.  I think mostly because we were right in the thick of tax refund time and people that had extra money to spend often wanted to spend it on ink.  I was booked with back to back appointments all the way through Saturday and even went in on Monday night to work on a guy’s sleeve I had started a few months ago because I just didn’t have any room in my schedule to fit him in.  Nash was just as booked as I was, so when Saturday night rolled around we were both ready to let loose and tie one on.  Sunday afternoon went about the same as last week only this time I walked the girl to her car and didn’t have to worry about Shaw bursting in on a scene I didn’t want her to see.  I called Rome to see when he was going to come to town, but apparently things at home weren’t any better after last week so he wasn’t ready to leave mom on her own yet.  I wanted to care, wanted to feel bad for her but I just couldn’t muster it up.

I was getting ready to crack open a beer and plop in front of the flat screen to relax and watch the game when Nash came out of his room pulling on a hoodie and a black ball cap over his shaved head.  He was a few inches shorter than me, built a lot stocker but in all actuality was a hell of a lot better looking.  He kept his black hair shaved close to the scalp because he had twin tattoos on the side of his head and bright, bright eyes that looked more purple than blue and stood out starkly against his much darker complexion.  He didn’t have as much metal in his face as I did, just a hoop through the center of his nose and both ears sporting obsidian gauges, and for whatever reason he kept his hands and neck free of ink, which always made me laugh because of the stuff permanently marked on his head.  We were a matched set so when we went out together it was usually a given we wouldn’t have to come home alone.  Nash was a much nicer guy than I was, he just looked several degrees more badass.

“Jet and Rowdy are at The Goal Line watching the game.  They wanna hangout if you’re game.”

Rowdy worked at the shop with us and Jet was the lead singer of a local metal band we liked to go see play.  They often rounded out the group that Nash and I traveled in and going to the bar to watch the game sounded a lot more fun than brooding on the couch by myself.  So I put my beer back in the fridge and shoved my feet into my black boots.

Nash drove a fully restored 73’ Dodge Charger.  It was a monster of black, chrome and motor.  I was pretty sure everyone in the apartment complex knew whenever we were coming or going because it was just that loud and rumbly but it was a cool ride and I knew it meant a lot to him because he had done the rebuild mostly by himself.  Nash’s background was a little sketchy, but since my own was less than stellar I never really pushed him to talk about it.  I knew his dad had died when he was really young and that his mom had remarried some rich asshole that to this day Nash refused to have anything to do with.  Phil, the same Phil that let us make his shop our own, had been integral in getting Nash to adulthood without a criminal record and a whole pack of illegitimate kids.

The bar was in lower downtown or LoDo as the locals called it.  It was a popular hangout for mostly locals and industry people and since I hadn’t been around on a Sunday in years I forgot how packed it could be when the Broncos played.  The guys had a table in the back right under a massive flat screen and already had glasses and a pitcher of beer waiting.  Fist bumps and head nods for greeting went around the table as a raucous cheer went up in the packed bar as the Broncos scored.

“What up fellas?”  Nash poured us a round as we settled in.  Rowdy wiggled his eyebrows up and down and motioned to a spot over his shoulder towards the bar.

“Isn’t this better than family time?  Nobody wants to see mom dressed like that.”

The girls that worked in the bar were all dressed in sexy sports themed uniforms, some were super sexy cheerleaders, some were in really small jerseys and hot pants that laced up like football pants and my favorites were dressed in little tiny referee outfits that barley covered their bottoms.  It was hot and way better than getting torn to pieces by my parents just for breathing.

“No they sure don’t.”  It was nice to just chill and spend time with the guys when normally Sunday’s were the worst part of the week but today was awesome and even if I felt a twinge at my selfishness I knew enough beer would squash it.

Jet looked up from the plate of nachos he was steadily demolishing and pointed a finger over his shoulder towards the bar.  “Wait until you see the chick waiting on us.  Dude, just dude there aren’t even words.”

Jet’s band  Enmity was pretty big in the local scene and I knew from firsthand experience he had his pick of groupies and rock chicks so if he was impressed than the girl was probably a dead 10 and I couldn’t wait to check her out.  We chatted and pounded the pitcher away in under a half hour and the guys were getting louder and rowdier but it was a good time and we needed another round sooner than later.  I had yet to see the elusive waitress of hotness when the hair on the back of my neck went up and I suddenly snapped to attention.  There was a blond making her way towards the table.  She had on the requisite referee outfit complete with ruffly little black shorts and fishnet stockings.  She also was wearing a pair of black boots that looked a hell of a lot like my own, only girly and they went up seriously awesome legs to rest below her knees.  The hair was so blond it was almost white and instead of being in a sleek, low ponytail like I was used to it was in twin pigtails on either side of her head and startled green eyes were looking at me from under razor straight bangs.  Her mouth was a bright slash of red against a pale face I was as familiar with as my own and while I struggled with recognition my idiot friends were leering at her while Nash was climbing to his feet to enfold her in a bear hug.

“Hey girl, what are you doing here?”  Shaw gave a little squeal as she returned my roommates hug but her eyes never left mine.

“Uh I work here, I have for a while.  I normally have Sunday’s off but since my schedule changed and it’s busy I picked it up.  What are you guys doing here?”

I knew the question was directed at me but I was still too stunned at how different she looked to respond.  Nash left an arm around her shoulder and pointed at our friends.  “The guy with the goatee is Rowdy; he works at the shop with me and Rule.  The guy shoving his face full of nachos is Jet, he sings for Enmity.  Guy’s this is Shaw, she grew up with Rule and his brothers.”

I watched in a mixture of awe and repulsion as my friends practically fell over themselves to shake the hand she extended.  I still hadn’t said anything and it was starting to get awkward but she just smiled and picked up the empty pitcher and told us she would be back with another in a few minutes.  All four sets of eyes followed the swish of her hair and the ruffles on her ass as she walked away and I wanted to punch everyone, including myself in the face.  As soon as she was out of earshot Rowdy turned on me and reached across the table to smack me upside the head with the flat of his hand.  I swore and glared at him but made no move to retaliate.

“What the fuck?”

He shook his head and pointed a finger at me.  “That’s the girl you complain about driving home with every weekend?  That’s the girl you whine endlessly about walking in on you when you’re acting the fool?  That’s the girl you dodge calls from and avoid like the plague?  Geez Rule I never knew you were gay.”

Nash snickered and Jet busted out in a full belly laugh.  I flipped Rowdy off and narrowed my eyes.

“Shut up.  You don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

“No?  I have eyes and that chick is killer so either you’re blind or stupid because if I was cooped up in a car with her for two hours every week I’d be thanking God not bitching about it.”

Nash shook his head.  “I can’t believe you didn’t know she worked here.  Do you really just ignore everything she says to you?”

I glared at him.  “You didn’t know either and you talk to her when she comes over on Sunday.”

“I ask her if she wants coffee, not how she makes a living.  Dude admit it, you suck.”

I was going to argue but he kept going, “And she is hot, she’s always been hot you just don’t like her so you can’t see it.  She looks good in all that fancy crap she’s normally in, but man in that uniform…”

“I like her fine.”  I refused to comment on her hotness or lack of because that was weird to me.  Of course I had eyes in my head so I knew logically she was a beautiful girl, but she always seemed so cold and so untouchable that I never really thought of her as attractive more like an impressive work of art that was meant for viewing in a museum rather than every day enjoyment.

“Don’t lie.  You two can’t stand each other.”

I shrugged a little.  “She’s like family.  You know how I feel about my family.”

Jet lifted an eyebrow, “I wish my family had members that looked like that.”

I rolled my eyes.  “Knock it off.  Stop being a creeper.”

She came back with not one pitcher but two and a plate of wings.  She smiled at Nash and the other guys but when her bright gaze landed on me the shudders came down.  “These are on me.  I just can’t help myself from trying to make sure you eat on Sunday.”  She turned away with a flip of her pale hair and moseyed over to another table full of middle aged guys in ill-fitting jerseys.  I narrowed my eyes when one of them put his hand on her ruffle covered butt.  Clearly used to it Shaw flashed that killer grin and easily side stepped the groper.  It was such a different way to see her that when she walked past the table again clearly intent on ignoring me I reached out and grabbed her arm.

Her eyes flashed an emerald spark as she looked at the tattooed fingers I had wrapped around her wrist.  I was surprised when a jolt shot all the way up to my shoulder at the contact.  I lifted both eyebrows at her and gave her a nasty sneer.

“Do your parents know you work here, and what about Margot?  I have a hard time believing any of the adults you try so hard to impress daily know that you’re prancing around here half naked.”

She scowled at me and shook my hand off.  “No, my parents don’t know because they’ve never asked and Margot knows I work in sports bar but she doesn’t know what the uniform looks like and I’m not even close to being half naked.  Leave me alone, Rule.  My roommate works here too and she’s giving me the look that means she’s about to call in the troops.  Unless you want to be carted out of here by three very big bouncers you’ll keep your hands to yourself and your trap shut.  I like Nash, he’s always been nice enough to me, but I have no problem getting you and the rest of your friends 86’ed if you continue to piss me off.”

We glared at each other in a hostile standoff until one of her other tables flagged her down.

“Just one weekend.”  I frowned at her as she muttered the words so low I almost didn’t hear her.

“What?”

Those eyes blazed so much at me I couldn’t even pick out one solid emotion.  “Just one weekend I wanted a break from dealing with you.”  She flounced away from me and for the first time since I had met her I realized maybe spending time with me was as much a pain for her as it was for me.  When I turned back to my friends they were all looking at me with a mixture of pity and awe.  My scowl darkened even more as I chugged back my full beer in one swallow.

“What?”  I could hear the surliness in my tone.

“Dude, what’s the deal with that?”  Rowdy was the one who asked the question but Nash and Jet both looked like they wanted to ask the same thing.

“What are you talking about?”

Nash lifted up his beer to hide a smile.  “You looked like you both wanted to box each other or tear each other’s clothes off and go at it right in the middle of the bar.  What gives with that, I thought she bugged you.”

“She does.  She’s rich and spoiled; we don’t agree on anything, we never have.”

Rowdy gave me a look that outright called bullshit on my claim.  “I know what I saw and there is no way that if that girl didn’t offer it up you wouldn’t take it.”

I wanted to yell at him that he was wrong, so very wrong because before she was any of the things that annoyed me and got under my skin, she was Remy’s and there was nothing in heaven or hell that would make me forget that.  Pulling in my temper I poured another beer and lapsed into a moody silence.  I wasn’t attracted to Shaw, it was just seeing her in a new environment, seeing her in something other than her fancy outfits that cost more than I made in a month that had the tension between us reading to other people as something else.

We were almost to the bottom of the second pitcher and silently Shaw had dropped of a replacement when a really pretty girl with super short dark hair suddenly appeared at the edge of the table.  She was tall and had eyes the color of Jack Daniels but there was nothing on her lovely face that came across as welcoming.  She had a mouth that would give Angelia Jolie a run for her money and a body that was meant to stop traffic displayed in all its glory in a matching uniform to Shaw’s only instead of kick ass boots she had on a pair of spiked heels that probably made her taller than Nash and Jet.

Jet sat up straighter and Rowdy, who was by far the drunkest of all of us since he had started adding shots of tequila twenty minutes ago, almost fell off his stool when she posted up at the table between the two of them.  Her gaze was trained directly on me though so I met her look for look until she finally spoke.  She had a soft southern twang and I could swear I saw Jet fall in love on the spot.

“You’re Rule.”  It wasn’t a question so I just nodded.

“I’m Ayden Cross.  I live with Shaw.”

I wasn’t sure why that was supposed to matter to me so I kept silent while my best friend whipped his head around to glare at me.  I was being kind of rude, but I was buzzed and still pissed at Shaw so I didn’t really care.

“I don’t know what your deal is but leave her alone.  She doesn’t need you screwing with her head anymore so just back off.”

I blinked because I honestly had no clue what this babe was going on about.  “I don’t mess with Shaw.”

She narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at me.  “I know exactly what you do and don’t do Tattoo Boy.  I adore Shaw.  She’s sweet, nice and the best roommate ever so you need to just go do your troubled, bad boy act somewhere else, she doesn’t need it…”It looked like she was gearing up to lay into me even more but something caught her eye and suddenly her eyes were glowing with gold fire.  “Oh my God!  I cannot believe that asshole had the nerve to show up here.  I need to go get Lou.”  She spun on her heel and marched through the crowd leaving me reeling.  I had no clue what she was talking about but clearly something had crawled up her butt so I looked over my shoulder and felt every protective cell I had suddenly come alive.

Shaw was standing by the bar .  It was crowded but her white blond hair was unmistakable.  So was the fact that she looked stressed and freaked out while a guy in a white polo shirt crowed her into the edge of the bar.  He had a hand on her shoulder and was leaning down into her face, and whatever he was saying made her look like she wanted to punch him in the nuts or puke on his shoes.  I’d never seen the look of panic on her face like that before; she was normally so cool and unflappable that against my better judgment I was climbing to my feet.  I wasn’t the type to give two shits about a damsel in distress, but this damsel I knew for a fact could take care of herself and if she looked like she was struggling, despite how I felt about her I was going to intervene.  “I’ll be back in a second.”

Since I was tall and had a good portion of visible skin covered in designs that cried ‘don’t mess with me’ I didn’t have to worry about people in the crowded bar moving out of my way.  When I got close enough her eyes snapped to me and I was pretty sure I saw relief flood into the sparkly green depths.  Polo shirt leaned in even closer to her and I thought I heard him say something about how things were going to look when he went home alone over winter break.  I saw her stiffen and try to pull away but polo shirt just moved in to more fully keep her pinned against the bar.

“I don’t care what my mother told you, Gabe.  We’re over; I have no interest in going to Aspen with you or your family.  Stop calling me and stop showing up where I’m at.”

“Baby, we’re meant for each other and once you stop being stubborn you’ll see how great we could be together.”  I hated guys that called girls baby.  Baby was what you used when you didn’t remember the girls name or you were just too lazy to come up with your own nickname for her.

She wiggled a little more and I noticed the way the guy’s followed the deep vee of her revealing outfit.

“Let go of me Gabe.  I didn’t want to be with you like that when we were dating, I sure as hell don’t want to be with you like that now.  Leave me alone.”

Polo shirt got red in the face at her blatant rejection.  He was about to lean even farther into her, about to put his other hand on her when I reached out and grabbed her wrist and tugged her free.  Polo shirt was a good four inches shorter than me so I tucked Shaw’s small frame under my arm and glared at him over the top of her head.

“Sorry I’m late Casper.”  Without missing a beat she put an arm around my waist and practically collapsed into my side.  I had used the nickname to tease her when we were younger because her hair was almost white and knew she hated it, now it sounded intimate and personal like we had some kind of secret polo shirt wasn’t in on.

“No problem.  I’ve got an hour or so left of my shift can you hangout until I’m off?”  Her eyes were pleading with me to play along but I was too busy wondering why my side felt like it was on fire where we touched.

“No problem, who’s your friend?”

Polo shirt was glaring at me and turning an alarming shade of red.  He didn’t even give Shaw a chance to respond.

“I’m her boyfriend, Gabe Davenport.  Who are you?”

Shaw went stiff next to me and I felt her fingers clutch the back of my shirt.

“Gabe this is Rule Archer, Rule that’s Gabe my EX boyfriend, only he’s having a hard time getting the ex-part down.”

“Shaw, get away from him.  What are you thinking?  You can’t possibly think anyone is going to believe you would go from me to someone like him, can you?  Just look at him, he’s a mess.”

I was immune to the someone like him tactic, I heard it all the time but apparently Shaw wasn’t.  She bristled like a wet cat and made a move like she was going to poke the guy in the chest but I wrapped her back up against my side and subtly tried to calm her down by rubbing a hand up and down her bare arm.

“I’ve known Rule most of my life, Gabe.  I could care less what he looks like because he isn’t anybody’s puppet and the same thing cannot be said about you.  Don’t think you can stand there and judge him or judge me, not when you’re practically stalking me and trying to bully me into a relationship by manipulating my parents because you know they like you.  Ayden is here and you can bet your ass if she saw you she’s going to go get Lou.  Lou doesn’t like to see his girls upset so unless you want a scene that I’m sure you’ll never live down go away and don’t come back.  You can call my mom, talk to my dad all you want, I don’t want to be with you and nothing is going to change that.”

He looked like he was gearing up to keep fighting but there was a sudden surge towards the bar knocking Shaw even further into my embrace and I took full advantage by pulling her small frame completely in line with mine.  The girl was rocking some serious curves and I wondered what in the hell I had been smoking to miss it right up until then.

“We got a problem bro?”  She pulled away from me slightly with a scowl and put her hands in the center of my chest to get a little space.

“Yeah, bro we do, but now isn’t the time or the place and I don’t have time to mess around with a peon like you.  Shaw I’ll see you later, this isn’t done.”

He shoulder checked me and sent us a double glare as he pushed around us.  I gave Shaw a squeeze and let her take a step back but kept my hands loosely at her waist.  I was watching polo shirt walk away and trying to catch Nash’s eye over her head.  She let out a breath that fluttered against my throat and sent a chill running across my skin.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.  That guy needs to get a clue.”  Nash finally looked up and I jerked my head toward the door where polo shirt had just exited.  He gave me a slight nod and said something to Rowdy and Jet which had the two of them climbing to their feet as well.  I saw Shaw’s dark haired roommate hanging by the door with a mountain of a man.  She gave my friends an odd look as they filed out the door but didn’t say anything.  I dug my AMX out of my wallet and put it in Shaw’s hand.  Her luminous eyes were watching me curiously.

“Close our tab out on that, will ya?  I’ll be back in just a second.”

She took the card and fell back a step.  I tried not to notice what it did to her chest when she crossed her arms over her breasts.

“Where are you going?”

“To run an errand.”

“Leave Gabe alone, Rule.  He isn’t like you and Rome.  He was born to be a politician.  Threats and intimidation don’t mean anything to a guy like that, just forget about him.  The idea that I would leave him for a guy with tattoos and purple hair is enough of a blow to his ego to get him to leave me alone for a while, trust me.  Besides I’ll talk to Lou the bouncer, if I tell him that Gabe is harassing me they’ll 86 him for good.”

“Look Rome would kick my ass to Nebraska if he found out some douche bag was giving you trouble and I didn’t say something, plus I hate guys that think they can just do whatever they want to a girl because he has an in with the parents.  I’ll be back in a second, just close our tab and hold on to the card in case you have to bail one or all of us out of jail.”

I thought it was funny but she didn’t even crack a smile.  She was just looking at me like I had suddenly grown another head and I needed to get a move on it before the asshat left.

“It’ll be fine, Shaw.  Seriously, I got this.”

I set her fully away from me and moved around her to follow the guys out the front door.  The pretty roommate caught my eye and lifted a brow.  “Maybe you have redeeming qualities after all, Archer.”

I flipped her off, because well that’s what I do and made my way to the edge of the block where Nash and the boys were leaning against a white Lexus.  A very nervous looking polo shirt was pacing back and forth in front of them threatening to call the cops waving his I-Phone around and asking repeatedly if they had any idea who his dad was.  I tucked my hands in my front pockets and cocked my head to the side.  I could see why Shaw’s parents were all about this guy, he was alright looking if you went for a dude that looked like Banana Republic threw up all over him.  He actually had coloring similar to mine, dark hair minus the purple and spikes, and light blue eyes, but he oozed entitlement and vanity in a way only the idle rich could.  He was custom made to be the husband that had a piece on the side while the pretty wife smiled for the cameras during election time, and while my relationship with Shaw tended to be tumultuous at best, I knew on a soul deep level that she deserved better than whatever this slime ball was selling.

“Hey polo shirt slow down a minute I just wanna talk to you for a second.”  He was in the middle of telling Nash that he was going to sue him for this or that and that his dad was judge so they would throw the book at him when he finally noticed I joined the party.  He lowered his wildly flailing arms and glared at me.