Rebecca is one crazy chick. Isn’t there some rule that you don’t stare at people? Even if they are incredibly hot, like me, it’s still weird. It’s like she wants to make everyone know she has a thing for me. It’s kind of hot that she acts like she does but really? Staring and pointing are two of the top things you shouldn’t do. She doesn’t point at me at least. But her friend is something else. There’s one girl in the whole school that doesn’t reply to my flirting and that’s her. I get rid of the two girls I jokingly had my arms around and stand up, going to the front. She can actually pull off the ridiculous uniforms they have here, that make even the sexiest girl completely ugly. Maybe it’s the tightness of Madison’s short. She’s not fat, she’s actually skinny. And quite sexy.
“Hey Madison.” I walk up and lean against the counter. She looks at me. “
“Hi?” She looks up from her magazine.
“So what are you doing this weekend?”
“Better things then being here.”
I laugh and she looks at me, like ‘what the hell?’
“Okay, what do you want?” She asks, pushing hair from her face.
“I just want a date with you.”
“Oh really now? Why don’t you ask out Rebecca? She obviously likes you.”
“But a girl who acts like she doesn’t like me is so much hotter.”
“Who says I’m acting?” She shoots back, flipping the page of her magazine.
“What kinds of taste to you even have for guys? Seriously. You have no interest in anyone remotely cool.”
“Let’s see… smart, funny, interesting, not self absorbed, honest, sweet, and oh, modest.”
“Really? What about good looking?”
“Not one of my priorities. And because you think you’re hot shit that’s kind of a turn off.”
“I am hot shit!”
“My point.”
I look at her and she looks at me.
Half an hour later we’re making out in the back of my car. My friends knew I was trying to get her, so instead of laughing at me for grabbing stalker-girls-best-friend. they would congratulate me for getting like almost every girl in the school. We had been sort of arguing at first, she didn’t want to be there and wouldn’t talk to me really. But she started softening and bam, man powers; I had her in the backseat.
I go for the hem of her shirt and breaks off.
“Are we really doing this?” She asks quietly.
“If you want to,” I reply and go back to kissing her neck. I slip her shirt over her head and the rest is history.
I go back to my house afterwards. She told me she didn’t have to go back to work, and that this guy was always making her cover his shift. It was slightly awkward. When we pulled up to her house she jumped out and didn’t look back. I wasn’t expecting to go far with her; I just wanted to get a date or something to prove I could get her.
But yeah. Was not expecting that from her either. She kept getting these looks across her face like she knew she should stop. I bet she felt guilty because of her friend. I didn’t. I’ve done this so many times; getting girls is easier then counting to three. If I like them it’s even better. I don’t have a crush on her or anything. Not only is that little kid to say but it’s not what I feel. I just wanted to get her.
I walk inside and yell to my mom I’m home. My dad died a few years ago. It wasn’t that big of a deal, he was a total douche bag anyway so I don’t really care. Mom got really depressed. He was the only one that could get her to loosen up so it’s kind of tough now. She’s super high strung. She always talks about the Good Years with all her friends and so much life to live. She thinks she’s going to die early. I just tell her she should let go a little bit and everything will go fine. I got a bit of my dad’s douche bagness, if you can’t tell already. She kind of let’s me do whatever I want because she has so many other things to do.
“Hey sweety,” she walks by without really noticing me. Fine, I guess. I flip on the TV and look out the window, listening to my mom grab her keys and walk across the floor, to the door and gone without a goodbye or looking back. Just like Madison.
Whatever.
