I saw Chris and Bridget pull up in a grey Mustang today. I questioned it in front of Emira. Wrong move. It earned me a smack on the side of my head. I held the party flyer in my hand and waited for Bridget to come into the cafeteria. Emira was on the lookout for Chris.
"So, do you think Chris would go for me?" Emira looked at me and asked with her chin resting in her palm.
"I don't see why he wouldn't. Besides the fact he's kind of an ass." I chuckled.
"He is not. He's just had a tough time. They were living in Orangefield before they came here." Emira said in a sassy tone. Orangefield was a rough place. Shootings, kidnappings, drugs. You name it and it's probably in Orangefield. I wonder why a family who had that much money would be in a shithole like that.
"Look, there's the redhea- I mean Bridget. Go get her. I'll keep looking for Chris." She sighed saying his name again. I can admit the guy was handsome, but he seemed like a asshole. I got up and started walking to the table Bridget sat at only to have a hand placed on my should and turn me towards them. It was Chris.
"What do you think you're doing?" Chris asked, his green eyes staring into mine. His voice was husky and deep. Like he'd been taking testosterone pills or something. He sounded more like a man than I did. His gaze switched from my eyes to the party flyer.
"Look bruh, you aren't taking my sister anywhere." He shot a half grin and straightened up after crossing his arms. I twitched my arm. He looked...handsome.
"Actually..I wanted to.." Chris waited my answer. His face becoming more irritated.
"I wanted to ask you. To come...with me." I said and shakily grinned at him. I felt like a slick bastard asking this. I'm not one to back down from a fight. I expect this guy, who was probably 6'2 and currently slightly towering over me, to knock my lights out. I don't think guys take this kind of thing well. Either way, it didn't matter who I asked to the party. I would've been fighting him anyway.
His face went from irritated to slightly confused and taken back. He searched my face with his eyes.
"You want me to go to a party. With you? Now why would either of us wanna do that?" He asked and went back to his irritated face.
"Ya knooow..get to know each other. Bridget and Emira are getting close so why not?" I didn't even know what I was doing. If I actually went to the party with this guy he'd probably only be taking the free ride. He started to search my face again.
"Alright. You actually seem like a normal person besides any of these people." His gaze turned to Bridget's table where her and Emira sat. A few other girls were talking with them. I bet Emira wanted to fight all of them.
"Well, the party's at seven. I'll pick you up around six." I grinned at him.
"Nah. Give me your phone." He extended his hand. Now, it was my turn to look confused.
"Why?" I asked and kind of chuckled.
"So...I can give you my number and you can text me your address." He said blankly, hand still extended.
"Ya know, I could just write it down or something." I was baffled by this guy. Maybe he was missing brain cells.
"Or you can let me put my number in your phone. Better yet, I can add you on messenger. Give me your phone." He gestured for me to give him my phone. I eventually did. I've actually never seen anyone approach him today. Most people kind of avoided him as if they were scared. Which they probably were. He was now the tallest guy in our school and always looked like he'd kill you if you crossed him. He handed my phone back.
"See ya around stud. Stay away from my sister." He grinned and put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight push. As he started to walk towards Bridget, Emira came running toward me.
"What was that? Are you two gonna fight? Can you punch him in the dick and tell me how big it is?" She seemed a bit too excited about that idea. And suddenly I realized I just asked him to the party. Emira is actually gonna kill me.
"I'll tell you after school." I shakily flashed a smile at her. She wrinkled her nose as the bell rang.
"You made us both miss our chance." She scoffed and slapped my arm. God, if she only knew. She could totally ask him in the halls or in class. If she actually had a class with him or saw him in the halls. He was here for some college course bullshit which was on the other side of the school. Bridget was a senior, like me and Emira. So it was probably rare to actually see him. But, when I did, people would cower away. Like, he was some kind of killer.
Emira and I walked towards my truck in the school parking lot. I noticed Chris and Bridget walking to I'm assuming Chris' Mustang. He glanced at me and shot me a smile. A smile I've never him give to anyone today. He doesn't even acknowledge people.
"This is MY chance!!" Emira exclaimed and almost took off running toward them. I grabbed her shoulder and prepared for the worse.
"Emira..I have to tell you something. And you aren't gonna like it." I sighed. What have I gotten myself into?
"If you already fucked Bridget I swear to whatever God you believe in, Jeffery Donovan I will cut your dick off." She said sternly. I prepared to run into my truck and lock it.
"I asked Chris to go to the party with me." I charged for the truck and leaped in, locking my door. Emira was already at the window slamming her fists against it.
"I'm gonna kill you Jeffery! I know exactly where you sleep motherfucker! Tell him to go fuck himself! Or better yet, tell him to fuck ME!" She was shouting. Loud. I shut my eyes and unlocked the doors. I heard the passenger door open and shut. I opened and my eyes glanced at Emira. She was piss- I couldn't even finish my thoughts before she slammed her fist into my face.
"Why'd you do it Jeff? What have I ever done to you?" She crossed her arms. I knew she would swing on me if I lied or gave her the wrong answer. I turned my gaze to the parking lot infront of me and I told her the truth. A truth I've never told anyone. Not even her.
"Well...he WAS gonna knock my lights out if I asked her. So I asked him instead." I shrugged.
"He should've knocked all of your teeth out. Did he say yes?" She scowled at me.
"He did. AND, he called me a stud." I said with a grin and glanced back at her. Her eyes were wide.
"Jeff, are you on drugs? Like, I know you smoke weed but, you have to be on drugs. The Jeff I know wouldn't hurt anyone. Not even a bisexual guy." She stiffened. Great. Now my best friend thinks I'm on drugs.
"Look..you're my best friend so..so I think he's handsome. And I think he thinks I'm handsome. Soooo.. I want to take him to the party." I stiffened myself. Expecting to get punched again. Instead, she kind of squealed.
"Why did you never tell me?! You like guys?! Since fucking when?" She seemed too excited about this.
"No..I just happen to think...a few of them are hot. And Chris is hot. He also started being nice to me after I asked him." She gasped.
"Chris literally hates EVERYONE. Bridget said so. He guards her at lunch. He's just like...waiting to fight. He's so gonna play you and make you look like a fag." She started laughing. My face stiffened and my nose wrinkled out of disgust.
"I think he's looking forward to it. And so am I." I started the ignition and began to pull out of the parking lot.
"No. You are not going with Chris. I am. You can have Bridget." Emira sassily stated.
"Noooo. I'm going with Chris. He already added me on messenger and sent me his number." I grinned at the thought of getting his number. It all happened so fast. Literally yesterday the guy didn't even care that I existed. Now we're going on a date..I think. I don't even know why I would care. Morbid curiosity I guess. Suddenly, Emira started reaching in my pockets looking for my phone.
"Give it to me!! Give me his fucking number! It'll take one boob pic and he's MINE! Now give it!" This almost caused us to wreck. Which caused her to calm down. Didn't stop her from begging for his number. This could've gone so much worse. Never get in between Emira and dick. Lesson of the day kiddos.
