Chaz's POV
The soft December breeze that brought mild cold to Los Angeles ruffled through the palm trees in my front yard. Slight dawn light began to project onto the lawn, turning the shaded grass into a lime green, highlighting the specks of frost covering the tips of the blades.
I'd be returning to school for the first time in months. To give you a bit of a summary; some crazy Indian lady crashed into me with her SUV while I was out riding on my motorcycle. It was partly my fault- I was more disoriented than usual due to my intake of weed. However, the hospital never found out.
I was officially an amputee. Now stuck with one leg, well.. two.. if you count what's in between.
My mate, Tommy approached my left garage door. He entered the code to open, I trust him with it.
The white garage door shrieked as it rose up, definitely needed to be oiled soon.
"Chazzy!" Tommy hollered, racing over and smacking me on the shoulder.
"Hey, be careful Tom-Tom, I don't wanna be an amputee of an arm too." I joked. His eyes danced with humor, and he helped me place myself into my silver and black wheelchair.
"No prosthetic yet?"
"Nope, not yet. They're in the process of making one. I wish it was faster."
"Shame." Tommy rolled me out from the garage, shutting the door with the LiftMaster.
A school bus roared as it turned the corner, its yellow tint blinding as the sun blasted onto it. It was a shorter one..
Oh no.
"Hey are you the student with cerebral palsy that I have to pick up?" The bus driver questioned, after opening the thin doors. Of course. It was a rotund lady with a reddened face making her look like a tomato with hair. She gave off the vibes of the type of bitch to have anger issues.. but she's unfortunate and a dropout with no GED, so she resorted to being a bus driver for speds (special education students).
"No, I have an amputated leg ya cunt, pay closer attention. And certainly if I had cerebral palsy I wouldn't be talking back like this." I growled.
Tommy laughed, as the lady driving the bus gave me a dirty ass look through narrowed eyes, but continued on with eating her McDonalds breakfast meal and driving.
He helped me into the front passenger seat of his navy blue Honda Civic, folding my wheelchair and putting it in the trunk.
"You're a funny lad," Tommy commented, as he zipped up his black Adidas jacket, starting up the car. "Glad you're my friend, cunt, you've never lost your spirits even with the trauma from the accident."
"It's how we cope around here, ya fuckin' cunt." I jabbed back, laughing.
Tommy pulled into an empty spot under a palm tree in the school parking lot. Unfortunately...
My ex girlfriend happened to be parked RIGHT nearby.
Her pink 4-cylinder Volkswagen Beetle was parked over the line, basically hogging up two spots.
"I'm sorry Chazzy," Tommy murmured, noticing my irritated expression. "We got here later than usual today."
My ex, Sarah, had chosen to arrive to school today with freshly dyed pink highlights in her frizzy brunette hair. Her minions, the other two "Barbie Dolls", Jenny and Rachel followed closely behind.
"Guys!" Jenny whined, slinging her Louis Vuitton bag over her shoulder (they never used backpacks). "Is butter a carb? I put butter on my cereal this morning!"
"Jenny!" Sarah snapped, whipping around to face her catty sidekick. "Butter IS a carb, and butter DOES NOT belong on cereal! Ugh! You're so fucking stupid!"
"Jeez! I was just asking!" Jenny groaned back. "At least I'm not fat like Rachel!"
That part is kind of true.. The only reason Rachel seemed present in Sarah's group still was the fact that the cunts have known each other since preschool. Rachel was so fucking fat, people of our school suspected she was diabetic by now. It's why her nickname was "Glucose Guardian".
"Well, you're a fucking slut." Rachel retorted.
"I thought women were supposed to have girl power and lift each other up?" I whispered to Tommy, as we were mildly amused by the girl drama.
"No one's lifting that cunt Rachel up.." Tommy snickered. He was right, I started hollering of laughter.
"The fuck did you just say, Tom?" Rachel asked, narrowing her eyes. She had clearly heard us making snarky comments about her and her catty ass group of whiney and spoiled bitches.
"Only we're allowed to call her a fat whore!" Jenny screamed, dragging attention from nearby students making their way to the athletic entrance into the school.
This was ridiculous, I exchanged glances with Tommy and rolled my eyes. I can't believe Jenny has ever gotten fucked. It must be annoying to hear a moan that sounds like a rabbit dying.
"Anyway.." Sarah glared me up and down, puffing out her chest and slightly unzipping her pink jacket to reveal her cleavage. You could see faint hickey marks down the sides of her breasts. "This could've been left by you, Chaz."
"No thank you." I muttered, realizing Tommy and I should be leaving to go inside of the school instead of hanging around in the parking lot.
"I remember our first time.." Sarah ignored me, pressing on and trying to resurrect unwanted memories into my barely awake morning brain.
"Ooh! Did you guys do the reverse cowgirl since Chaz is wheelchair bound?! Sex positions are always available, even for the disabled! You know- he could be sitting naked in his wheelchair while you bounce around on his third leg!" Jenny squeaked, cringeworthy sentences tumbling off her tongue without any filter whatsoever.
The flashback suddenly hit me....
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I mumbled anxiously, preparing for my first time to see a female's netherworld right in plain sight.
"Yes! Fuck me already, Chaz!" Sarah ushered on. "Get it over with, I know you have some big crush on me and I'm willing to fuck with you."
"It's my first time!" I pointed out.
"Well, hopefully you know what you're doing... Because right now I'm as dry as a post menopausal grandmother's raisin pussy." Sarah spat, flinging off her shorts and pink-with-white polkadots underwear.
"I.. um.."
"Foreplay, Chaz." The brunette wriggled underneath. "If you can please me as well as my electric toothbrush does, I may consider a commitment with you."
"Alright.." I slid my fingers down her jungle. She forgot to shave, but I guess with how many times she's had sex she didn't give a shit anymore. It doesn't completely matter anyway... I was fucking with the girl I had a crush on.
I found a tight hole, and gently slid one finger inside.
"CHAZ! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Sarah screamed, flinching back and bolting forward to grab her shorts and underwear. "That was my anus! You know what? We can't fucking do this. Out of my house, NOW!"
Embarrassment creeped like icy claws through my veins, making it feel as if I was in a nightmare. I glanced down at my finger, some dried missed shit that wasn't wiped was lightly dusted along the top.
"Chaz! Let's get the fuck to class! The vice principal just yelled at us ya cunt!" Tommy yelled.
I snapped out of my flashback, realizing the Barbie Bitches had left, and barely anyone left was out in the parking lot. Tommy began to wheel me inside, fleeing to the doors before they shut and the bell rang.
