REBEL, a New Adult Romance Novel (The Rebel Series) Read Online Free Page A

mnoga o chelovieke, s kotorim vui ni znakomui.”
    Who’s the asshole in the room?   Yeah.   That’s me.
    “I’m going to leave now.”
    “Good luck with the job hunting.”   He laughs as he draws back into his office and sits down in his squeaky chair.
    I’m pretty sure my humiliation is complete as I walk away, but then I’m proven wrong when the round lady speaks up as I open the door to leave.
    “Hasta la vista.”
    My eyes cross with the effort of not replying out loud.
    Yeah.   Fuck you too, big-ass panty lady.   The laundromat door hits me on the heel on the way out and causes me to trip my way across the sidewalk back to my Beetle.

CHAPTER SEVEN

    THOROUGHLY DEMORALIZED, I GET INTO The Beast and just drive. I start crying again, but three blocks later make myself quit that crap.   I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some alien assholes make me feel like a smeared street turd.   I might have been raised in the lap of luxury most of my life, but that doesn’t mean I’ve internalized that stuff.   I’m fully capable of working a job in this part of town and doing it well; I just need someone to give me a chance.   Someone different.   Someone who thinks outside the box.   Someone who…
    I leave off in mid-thought when I see the sign.   Angels from up on high sing down at me in one giant harmonized chorus.   Glory be.   This has got to be the place for me.
    “ Rebel Wheels,” I say, my blood pressure going up with my excitement.   “ I have rebel wheels.   What could be more rebellious than a ’68 Volkswagen Beetle?”
    Feeling really good about this one, I pull off the road and into the commercial area that the sign is pointing to.   I’m so going to beg for a job from this outfit.   Maybe to convince them, I’ll show them how I can check my own oil; that’ll impress the hell out of them.   How many chicks can do that?   Almost none, that’s how many.   I was born for this job.   This job that might not exist.   No, screw that.   There’s a job for me here, I can feel it.
    Pulling into a spot outside the main doors of the place, I check my face in the rearview mirror.   Fumbling around, I get the thing to turn in my direction, but then it snaps off in my hand.
    My voice moves into a register that only dogs can hear.   “What the fuck?!” The mirror falls into my lap, landing at the perfect angle for me to take in my bloodshot eyes and swollen nose.
    “God damn it!”   I grab the mirror and throw it into the passenger seat where it bounces off the vinyl cushion to land on the floor. Stunned and pissed, I sit there staring out the front window at the beige wall of Rebel Wheels.   More than anything, I’m impressed by how thoroughly the Fates have destroyed my life.   Even The Beast is abandoning me now.   “Fuck me with a whole entire box of fuck.”
    “That sounds interesting,” says a voice off to my left.
    I forgot my window was down.   Looking over at the source of the voice, I try to smile through my pain.   “Uh, sorry about that.   It’s French.   I speak a little French.”   Time to pad the resumé, bitches.
    I peg him to be around twenty-five.   He’s skinny, blonde, and hot as hell.   Definitely your class-A bad-boy type.   Not my cup of tea, but I can see Quin getting her panties in a twist over him. He probably does illegal warehouse fights for money or something equally bad-boyish.
    He shrugs.   “No big.   Can I help you with something?”   He gestures with his chin.   “Maybe fix that mirror for you?”
    I open the door and try and put my best foot forward, pretending like I didn’t just unload the holy terror of cusswords at his front door.   He’s wearing a Rebel Wheels t-shirt, so I know he works here.   Hell, he’s probably Rebel himself.
    “Maybe,” I say.   “But I can fix it myself.   I’m very handy like that.”   That’s a lie.   I’m going to lie my way into a job and not regret it one bit.   I’m