Greaser

6. "I'm gonna kill him"

N I A L L

“Everyone is going to be there dude!” I rolled my eyes, letting out a small chuckle as continued to wax the newly painted 1948 ford convertible.

“Everyone isn’t going to come to some—road race between greasers.” I laughed again, “I don’t even know who is racing me.” I shrugged, clearing my throat as I tossed the rag on the tool box against the wall.

“I heard that Dale guy was racing. That football jock.” Harry shrugged, completely oblivious to the knowledge that this was the guy I confronted a few weeks ago, having multiple other run ins long after and every time it was all because of a girl. A girl who seemingly gets under my skin even when she isn’t around. It’s like she’s some kind of disease, or virus. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, it still gets to you one way or another.

“That guy? He’s weak, I can take him.”

“You know this is just racing right?” he laughed, shaking his head. Knowing that I always turn things into something that wasn’t intentional. “Wait a minute, he’s that idiot you threatened a few weeks back wasn’t he?”

“I’d have to see him. I don’t know his name” I lied, knowing that if I was quick to jump onto confirming that, he would question me further. And it would end up coming back to Mary like my mind seems to do every morning and every night. Mary, Mary, Mary. My brain can’t seem to focus on anything besides that girl and I was beginning to annoy myself.

“You just said that you could take him.” Harry laughed, making my heart beat just a little faster, in worries that he was catching on to the fact that I did know Dale, in fact I knew him too well by now. “You hidin something from us Horan?” he smirked, wiping his hands off as he waiting for a reply. I could tell the other boys were closing in on an attempt to listen in.

“Guys, it’s nothing, I just know him that’s all. He’s a dick.” I forced out a laugh. “He’s rude; way rude and he’s just like my dad.” I grumbled. The last four words seemed to have made them back off, knowing not to get me started on people like that because it would only end up with something being completely destroyed from violence.

“Isn’t he dating that Mary girl?” one of them chimed in. Trying to ignore the question, I continued on cleaning up the car for the big race tomorrow night.

“Yeah- Yeah- Yeah she’s hot. Very, very easy on the eyes.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance, it’s like she’s an object. That’s how people seem to talk about her, it’s crazy. “What do you think horan? Would you bang her?”

“You’re kidding right?” I chuckled. Looking up at him with slight annoyance written on my face.

“Valid question man, you think she’s hot or not?”

I can’t believe this is even being asked right now, they make it seem like that’s all women are good for. “She’s pretty, sure.” I muttered out. “But I wouldn’t bang her” I grumbled in anger.

“Mate, you alright?” harry whispered, looking around at the other boys. I shrugged, closing the hood of the car.

“I’m fine.” I shook my head, his hand resting on my shoulder. “Guys, I think we are done for today. Everyone can go home.” I firmly stated, my hands still resting on the top of the hood of the cleaned car. They all stared at me for a few seconds before finally turning to leave. The one person who refused to leave was harry, who still stood behind me.

“You’ve been angry ever since the mention of Dale. You’ve more than heard of him.”

“That obvious, huh?” I laughed halfheartedly, because somehow I have managed to be completely over taken by this girl. Someone I haven’t even spoken to properly, someone who completely pisses me off to the point of wanting to hit things.