Go Rot In Your Lamborghini

Zach Derriere and Chase McColdy

                                                    "Ready?" Not really, I just want to go clean my Mini Cooper, that your little friend vandalized. And then I want to eat a candy bar, and curl up in my bed and sleep. And I want you and your- "Ready as I'll ever be." I muttered, pushing past him and out my front door, putting on my jacket even though it was ninety degrees. The sun was going to set soon, so maybe it would cool off. I walked right up to his Audi, pulled the door handle, and got in by myself, glaring at the leather interior. Man, he was rich. This car is beautiful, and so comfortable. I sighed, settling in as he got in as well.

                               "Where are we going?" I asked boredly, not really caring. Zach gave me his 100-watt smile, and turned on the Audi Spyder with a hiss. He threw it in reverse, and backed out of my small driveway in a precise manner. "You'll find out soon enough!" He says, cockily, switching on the radio to some random 80's station. I laughed when Zach bobbed his head to the beat of Aerosmith's "Back In The Saddle". How fitting.

                                         After for driving for about thirty minutes,in silence, I started to get frustrated. "Look, I didn't even want to come, so you can either tell me where we're going, or I can jump out of-" That's when Zach finally pulled into a driveway.  At the end of this neatly paved driveway- lined with stylish bushes, was a grand Victorian styled house, at least three stories. It even had a patio on the second and third stories. The driveway went on into a circle, and a giant parking garage, no doubt for the boys' rich car tastes. I was too busy gaping at the beautiful pillared- house, which seemed to be carved from the whitest of marbles, I didn't notice Zach openly laughing at me. 

                                                       "Welcome to the Dere residence. May I take your coat?" I gawked. Was this- this was just like the movies! Where all the rich people have those butlers that are all- The butler, younger than you would think a butler would be, was giving me a death glare. Finally,disrupting my thoughts, I shrugged off my coat, and handed it to him, which he then scampered off to take it to probably some giant coat closet. Zach beamed at me. "So, how do you like it?" Oh my gosh, this is just the living room, just look at those ceilings, perfectly beautiful. Holy crap, is that a Van Gogh original? Someone must have died for it! I didn't say anything, and just continued along, looking up and everywhere else, jaw completely dropped to the floor.

                                                                  We were up in Zach's room, now. Which by the way, was completely huge. As in, his room alone is bigger than my house. Zach had two parts to his room, the downstairs one, and the upstairs one. The upstairs one had a staircase to it, in the middle of his first room. The staircase winded up, and stopped when it hit plush white carpet. The second room- was just basically used for games and things to do with his friends. He had everything a kid could want. And even in the corner was a jacuzzi! He even had a sauna as well! I was just too amazed. This was all weird. No wonder they were so cocky. Wow. I wish I had this stuff.

                                                   "Would you like something to drink?" Zach gestured to the bar, which was located in his first room. I shook my head. "What I want to know is, why I'm here." I was really- already agitated. I was brought all the way here- for something. I desperately wanted to know why, or so help me god, I would go crazy.

                                         A smirk slid it's way onto Zach's face. I narrowed my eyes. "Tell me, now." I growled, really angry now.

             "Well. If you honestly want to know, I brought you here because I though I had a chance with you." Zach shrugged. A chance with me? As in... No! "Are you kidding me? This is why, it's probably because of Chase isn't it! Chase put you up to this!" I snapped, my index finger, level with his nose. Zach visibly paled. So that was it, huh? Bringing back my hand, with the force of the pure fury of May, I slapped him hard in the face.

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                      "You probably shouldn't have done that." An icy cold voice filled my ears. I nearly fainted. Zach, was still gawking at me, clinging onto the bar to even stand up, with a firm red handprint on his face.

                       "Oh really. Care to tell me what I should've done?" I snapped, spinning around to the blond god before me. Chase. So nice that he made his appearance. His Ray Bans were still on, and his hair was wind-swept, just making him sexier. A black button-up shirt fit his torso perfectly, and a pair of light  jeans. "When you're done checking me out, we'll discuss the consequences of your little slap there." Chase said, still leaning in the doorway, his lips twitching, fighting the urge to crack a real smile.

                              I straightened up. "Consequences? Maybe we should talk about the consequences of the little tagging stunt you pulled on my car today, dumbass."

                             "Good thing I didn't do that personally." Chase combatted. " I hired someone for that job, luckily. I knew you knew I would do that though. You need to learn your place. See, we-" Chase pointed to himself, and then Zach, "Are the surperiors. We are handsome. Rich. We have it all. You-" He pointed to me defiantly, like I was something not worth the likes of his index finger. "Are just a girl that goes around in her little car thinking she is all that. You should be lucky, that Zach even considered you worthy of sleeping with him." He snapped, coming in closer, he was the predator and I was the prey. "See the thing is, May, you're not the first girl who thought we were horrible, nope, you sure aren't. In the end, those girls realized we were amazing. They were happy that we even paid them any attention. Soon you'll be like that. You'll be washed up trash, that no one cares about. But we'll be kind enough to still acknowledge you. We might even wave at you while we pass by on our way to fame and success."  

                                              Something inside me snapped. I could feel my patience wear thin. Chase and I were exactly one feet apart. 

                                                "You are arrogant!. So arrogant that it's baffling. You know that? It's kind of funny, actually. You think you would get to fame and success without Daddy's trust fund? Yeah, you wouldn't. But your Daddy could probably buy you friends! Good looks can only get you so far, and you'll know what I mean when you're fifty and had at least five plastic surgeries. The only reason women will marry you, is because  your rich. She won't want you besides that. You could only attract gold-digging whores. No matter what you do to change yourself- you will always be Chase the heartless. In fact! Your name should be Chase McColdy!" I snapped. Okay, did I really just say Chase McColdy? Wow. Am I like seven?  I breathed in, pinching the bridge of my nose. I screwed up again, didn't I? Without sparing one glance at Zach and Chase, I left.I bet they were laughing their asses off as I was walking home.