Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
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Bobby Ray
I know I'm a sadistic bastard. Shit, everybody knows that. The last two girlfriends I've had would swear I have a black, rocklike thing for a heart and for some reason I always picked on that little freak sitting in the losers section. He was the one source of amusement that never seems to fade.
Now I do admit it's been different the past year or so. He's been different. He acts different. He moves different and that was another interesting thing about him; something for me to dig at; to uncover.
Off course I could have just hired a PI or some shit, but I like the work, like the suspense. The thrill keeps me so fucking high. Every day a new encounter; a different behavior.
I know I'm obsessed. Fuck, I may be a dang stalker. Watching him the way I do. Always watching him, while he transformed from a normal nerd to the ultimate loner in under one month, pretty fuckin' impressive if you ask me because that boy; as nerdy as he might be has one of those smiles. One of those that'll keep you looking even after his mouth was closed. And that mouth gave me all kinds of ideas.
When I first saw him I swear I went so still and I felt like a bomb was going off in my chest and my knees shook so bad I played it off and leaned on my car for support. I would never admit it in the open or to anyone other than myself but that day, when he laughed and shoved his glasses up his nose I got my first taste of love.
We were fifteen and he was the new kid, fitted right in with the nerd herd but that damned smile of his always made him stand out. But he doesn't smile anymore, I wish I knew why.
"You planning on messing with him today?" Legs asked, he's my friend... best friend if I really think about it, his name is actually Benedict but he hates it.
"Maybe, maybe not." I replied and smirked when Legs chuckled and shook his head in that 'I don't understand you' sort of way.
"Man, I don't know why you mess with that kid, he can't even fight back with them noodle arms." Legs laughs and I joined him.
Oh boy, if you only knew, I thought. Yep, if he only knew. This kind of secret I've been hiding will surely fuck up my reputation. I know none of these pussies will mess with me because I can kick their asses with my eyes closed.
