Cocky peacock

chapter one...

"Hello, hi. I'm Maverick."

"Hi, Maverick," they all repeated.

"My problem is, actually nothing. I just got dragged up here by my uptight friend," I replied breezily; scoffing at their tight space.

'But, seriously there is no problem with me, right?' I thought questioningly.

"Then why are you here in rehab Maverick? We don't always get to see a young patient such as yourself," he replied in his physiatrist voice.

"Oh. You racist now, huh. I'm about wreck you up sir." He didn't look much bigger than me so I wasn't  intimidated. I just hate racist b-.

"Mr. Maverick, first of all-" I interrupted him just as he interrupted my thought.

"---You think I can't count to one now huh, you think I don't know that one is the first of all numbers that has a value? Boy, you are getting on my nerves-"

"Uh, can you stop it with your girlish bickering, so we can get back to the discussion? " one of the patients interrupted snobbishly.

You know what I've had it with these annoying interruptions! I possess such a build up of displeasure and I'm ready to have an exemption of fury. Wait.  Did I just say that?

"You know what Larry or Lara you are just some freaky transvestite looking to see if you should be a man or a woman, so I'm fairly surprised you would have the courage to say girlish." After a few seconds of dim silence she/he  scurried off  crying.

"That's it! Mr. Maverick! Your attitude has surely arrived at your demise, because you are now forbidden from entering this -should have been calm-sanctuary.

"I'm too good for this. It's not even worth my opinion, --I said as I slowly made it to the door-- "You'll regret this."

"Good ridden, I was hoping he would have left earlier." I heard him mumble.

I walked just to see my friends standing by the doors. We all share long and cold stares.

BOOM!

We all laugh like a bunch of hyenas.

Through my spits and snorts I finally get this much of my sentence out. "Exemption of fury? More like an exemption of laughter."

One of my friends Blake, he thought It was hilarious he rolled around on the floor.

The rest of us joined in for the heck of it.

"Hey guys," my friend Sal a beefy blonde started." Remember when  Mav was all like ""You racist man""." He went crazy with laughter.

Blake and I stood their watching in amazement that he found I his joke. Well it's barely a joke if he's the only one laughing.

In precisely four minutes he realized that from our prospective he was acting like a retard.

He finally came through and asked," What, was it something I said."

For some reason that just triggered us to laughter. Blake and I laughed worse than a hyena intoxicated with nitrous oxide. Sal was so troubled and confused that he didn't even bother.

He just started walking the way home. We followed after him-you know, after we calmed down.

We caught up to him, "Calm , down it was just a joke." I started to explain." It was more like a counter joke to yours, nan the less a joke is a joke."

His mood was relaxed a bit which was good for someone who has a temper. But Sal's temper, it's like a bird that's landed on the ground and If you make a sudden movement towards it, the thing would spas out and fly away. In this case "walk away".

We were talking while walking that we past Sal and Blake's place. But we stopped right in front of mine. I looked back on the porch and taunted, "Ha-ha suckers." I chuckled on the way inside.

On my way inside I realize my mom on the other side of the entrance hallway my mom was waiting for me.

She game me her disappointed/angry glance as usual and as usual I have to ask," what's wrong." I sigh.

'Eve is dead." My mom whispered

"What, happened to her." I said thinking about the situation.

"Nothing I just, you know. Wanted to make sure that you actually cared about her."

I raised my brow and asked," Now what's that suppose to mean." 

She exaggerated her sigh," You know what I mean" She began," Mav, son. You can't just be playing with girls emotions like that ."

I thought about -well at least I looked like I was. The reply was a no brainer-," Mom, if he girls want to be with a guy like me they have to know that they'll get stood up a few times." I told confidently.

Mom look at me with more disappointment in her look. As if I was suppose to take it back.

This time I didn't I still had pride in what I said and expressed it physically.

Then she gave me a gesture that symbolized to go to my room.

 Normally I would make my  mom catch me and put me in their manually for fun. She would be in the biggest and most welcoming smile.

Today her expression was ''I don't even want to look at you" so I listened and went to bed.

I was some what excited for tomorrow. I was going to break up with her.