𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧

𝟎𝟐𝟒 - 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

M A T T H E W B E N E D I C T
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Abel Cheong and I shared childish laughter while we took glanced over our shoulders. Standing behind us was our best friend, Christopher Ford getting told off by some girl he'd stood up yesterday night.

The curly brown-skin girl was visibly upset while Christopher wore confusion, no doubt probably mistaking her for whatever girl he spent last night with. He did that quite often, crowding up his schedule so much that this appointments often ran over each other.

"She's gonna whoop his ass," I laughed, shaking my head.

Abel nodded his head, stopping in his tracks.
"Then perhaps we should stare a little longer, watch the womanizer get his karma."

At the ripe age of fourteen, I'm sure that Christopher has slept with every girl he's found attractive at our school. As a result, it's a tradition that he gets manhandled by his victims in the school courtyard.

I wondered had he always been like this... for some reason, I could imagine little Christopher on elementary school telling girls to meet him on the playground. Unfortunately, I just came across the hilarious boy this year, I wish we'd met earlier.

A few months ago, his parents moved to New York City from Miami. His father was an famous architect, recently he built a warehouse for my grandmothers illegal business activities. As a result, his family earned a spot with the New York's elites. Although Abel and I were a little hesitant about taking him underneath our wing at first, the kid gave us no choice after he started following us around school and sort of getting in the car without us uninvited.

For the past five years Abel and I have been a duo, not having any openings for another before we met Christopher. But something just seemed right about Chris and I don't know why... he just seemed like a genuinely good person.

"Goodness, I don't understand how some people are just so stupid." I scoffed, leaning against Abel's brand new Range Rover while I continued staring at the interaction.

Like Abel said, Christopher was a complete womanizer. One would think after he's repeatedly done the same thing that these teenage girls (because it's not just freshmen's) would leave him alone. But no, Christopher gives them a pearly while smile and they willingly pulled up their uniform skirts. I had absolutely no pity for the foolish, and the pity I did have for them faded into secondhand embarrassment when they acted out in the courtyard in front of everybody,

"They are stupid--," Abel agreed lowly, interrupting himself when the girl slapped Christopher across the cheek. "Damn, that's gotta hurt,"

I watched, eyebrows raised in amusement when the girl shoved Christopher at his chest before walking away. Being that Chris is 6'2 and muscular and this girl is probably 5'6 max he doesn't move an inch. The most amusing part was when Christopher turned on his feet with his hand on his cheek, wearing a proud smile.

Abel chuckled, shaking his head before climbing into the driver seat. I stood leaning against the trunk, shaking my head, "Your a slut dude,"

"Don't turn me on with your dirty talk, Mattie." Christopher taunted with a smile, approaching the back seat of the car.

Leave it up to Christopher to make a sexual joke out of nothing. The sound of Otis by Jay-Z and Kayne West began coming from Abel's Range Rover when he started the engine. Turning on my feet, I went to approach the passenger seat.

"Poppin bottles puttin' supermodels in the cab!" Christopher suddenly shouted.

Just when I grabbed onto the door handle, the sound of a car-horn honking obnoxious ringed in my ears. Thinking it was maybe the girl coming back for more I turned on my feet, anger on my face. Much to my surprise, a familiar rolls royce phantom pulls up right in front of the Range Rover.