Have Faith: Life and Times of a Glorious Asshole

Badass Powderpuff Girls and Thickening of the Plot

I leaned against the wall after school, both Leah and Vanessa beside me.
Vanessa was on her phone, headphones on and music blasting as she texted someone, obviously not overly interested in what was going on at the moment.
Or so I thought.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out, seeing Vanessa's text.
'So, the kid we're looking for is short and Asian?' It read.
I opened my mouth to reply, but, evident by the blasting music from Vanessa's headphones, she would not hear me.
I texted her back.
'Yeah. Emo G-Eazy is about 5'8, probably from a mixed Asian ethnicity. Not sure.' I replied.

Her reply came quickly.
'So you mean like that guy?'
I looked up to see her pointing to a short boy in a red zipper down hoodie who was making his way towards a light yellow Moped.

I grinned excitedly, seeing the anxious boy looking around, his face clearly recognizable. "Yeah! That's him!" I cried enthusiastically.
"You're way too excited about the prospect of an interrogation." Leah observed.
I grinned innocently and let out a small shrug. "It's not every day some crazy guy who's eyes roll to the back of his head while goes off about hell fire and shit."
"And why exactly are we getting dragged into this?" Leah asked.
Vanessa nodded as if the other girl had made a good point.

"Aren't you guys the least bit curious?" I asked.
They both shook their heads.
"C'mon! We're squad goals! Badass girls taking on a crazy guy who drives a-shit! He's getting to his moped!" I screeched before running towards the parking lot, where Van had already gotten on his Moped.
"Shit!" I stopped running and shouted, watching him drive away from the school.

Rushing footsteps approached me as Leah and Vanessa caught up.
Leah panted heavily. "Y'know, for someone so tiny, you really have a lot of speed."
I nodded, only half paying attention.
"Fuck me!" I shouted loudly, causing a bunch of people to turn and stare.
"Not literally!" I added as an after thought.

I grabbed my keys from my pocket before storming towards my car, Leah and Vanessa on my heels. "Where're we going?" Leah asked.
"We?" I let out a cold laugh. "There is no...'we'." I said, putting emphasis on the last word.
Leah opened her mouth, yet Vanessa's quick fingers beat her to it.
The girl held up her phone for me to read the text across the screen.
'What about squad goals?'
I opened my mouth to make a retort before looking at the girl's stricken face.

Vanessa was many things.
She was good at saving people.
But she was also good at guilt tripping.

My eye twitched.
I was an asshole.
But I wasn't a dick.
And Vanessa's rejected expression and her wide blue eyes were enough for even me to consider changing my mind.
I grit my teeth before nodding.
"Fine." I unlocked my car. "But I'm driving and I pick the music." I said grumpily.

"Shotgun!" Leah called loudly, charging to the passenger side.
"Don't do anything to the interior!" I ordered loudly to both girls, who shook their heads at me.
"You care too much about a damn car." Leah stated as I got into the driver's seat.
"This damn car has a name." I said, narrowing my eyes.
"Oh god. Not with this again." Leah groaned.
I stayed silent, watching her with narrowed eyes.
She stared at me before signing dramatically. "...Stud."

I grinned triumphantly before shooting Vanessa a look in the rearview mirror. She rolled her eyes dramatically before holding up her phone, displaying the screen which also read my car's name.
I laughed. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Showing my wittle Studdy Wuddy some respect?" I gushed mockingly.
Leah curled her lip.
Vanessa held up her phone again.
'Don't rub it in.'

I brushed off the comment and turned on the music, peeling out of the parking lot at a reckless speed. Rolling my windows down, I let the sound of Ty Dolla and Leah's screams of protest referring to my speed fill the air.