My middle finger salutes you (Unedited)

Chapter 3

"What other languages so you speak then?" Nicolas asked. "Do you play instruments or sing or something?"

"Oh no." Malcum breathed as he sat on the ground cross legged "Get comfy guys,we're going to be here for a while."

I shook my head at him "Now now. Don't hate the player,hate the game."

He scoffed "What game?"

"A good game of 'Big D is a loser'"

He was going to comment but Jessica cut in.

"Big D?"

I smiked at him. His eyes widened as the reality of the situation set in. He narrowed his eyes at me,daring me to say something. I stared him direcly in his stone grey eyes,his black bangs haning over his eyebrows.

"He had a 1 night stand in 11th grade. The girl came to school and asked me if I've seen Big Daddy. I asked who the hell Big Daddy was and she spotted someone over my shoulder. She yelled at the top of her lungs 'Big Daddy!' and Malcum whipped his head around. He looked horrified and death glared me. Anyway,long story short,he was known as Big D and I always avoided him until he up and left."

I was smiling at Malcum as Coby,Nicolas and Jessica were literally,rolling on the floor with laughter.

"Anyway," I said as everyone calmed down from a fit of laughter "I speak French and Afrikaans. I play guitar,all of them,saxophone,piano,
drums,trumpet,bongos and violen. I sing,dance,schetch and paint. I have my doctors diploma,an advanced driving license aaannnd,oh! I DJ on the side,amateur of coarse. I cook a little as well."

They all were gaping at me,all except Malcum. He was smiling,brightly. We just decided to call it a night. They all drove away util it was just me and Malcum. We walked to our cars that were parked next to each other.

"Hey,do you want to come over and catch up?" I asked out of the blue.

Why did I just ask that? Do I actually want to spend time with this jerk? What was happening to me?

"Sure." he said "I'll tail you,yeah?"

I nodded. I drove to my flat and kept looking in my rear view mirror at the black Jeep tailing me. This is not so happening. We pulled into the undergroud parking lot. The car guard greeted me.

"Evening Mnr. McNice,having a friend over,are we?" he said.

I chuckled lightly "Don't let your perverted mind get the best of you now."

We walked into the elevator and I pressed the penthouse suite button. Malcum eyed me.

"Trust you to have a penthouse suite?"

I rolled my eyes at him and he chuckled. I shot him a middle finger and he shot 1 back.

Connard. (Asshole)

We stepped out if the elevator. There was a low whistle. I shrugged off my jacket and put it on the coat rack,kicking off my shoes and walking past Malcum.

I walked behind my mini bar got everything for margaritas. Malcum walked up behind me.

"Want anything?"

"I'll have a magarita as well,thanks."

I mixed the drink and wlked to sit next to Malcum on the couch. I handed him his drink. He mumbled a thanks as I leaned back in the coach.

"So,what happened to you,dude?" I aksed

"Shit hit the fan,man." he said staring out the window in front him.