Baby Don't Hurt Me

Wicked Games

                                                                                             Daniel 

I wish we all had a perfect story to tell. But our story is not perfect and I think once you hear this, you might have a different opinion of me but I'm going to tell you anyway. 

"Daniel!" someone practically screams. 

"Hey, Bro! Wait up." I hear Brody yell from behind me.

I glance at him while I huff out a sigh and continue walking. "Why do you need to yell so loud in the morning!?" I sigh even harder this time. He chuckles at this as if I just told a funny joke. 

"Come on mate. I have a great idea!" he whispers excitedly.

I stop dead in my tracks. Whenever Brody says he has an "idea" it always means trouble but what makes it worse is when he says he has a "great idea". That is a synonym for jail time. 

I turn to stare him in the eyes as I give him a look over. He has the pitch black hair and hazel eyes as opposed to my blonde and green eyes. He stands at 5'11 and weighs around 70 kilograms while I tower over him at 6'3 and 85 kilograms. He's a skinny dude and I'm not into guys but the girls do somehow find him "attractive". His voice is four octaves higher than mine and it always makes me clench my jaw when he speaks. 

"No" I grunt and walk off before he can even tell me what he's going to say.

"Daniel, don't be like that man!" He insists while trying to reach for me.

I shake off his hand from my shoulder and take one step closer to him. "I don't want to hear it right now Brody" I bark at him and storm off, silently praying he will leave me the fuck alone but also knowing it's fruitless as he never lets anything go.

I hear him start to jog to keep up with my pace as I try to walk faster. He grabs my shoulder and spins me around and says "Look over there" He points to something on my left and I just stare at him for a passing moment hoping this isn't some hazing prank. As I turn around expecting Mark and his buddies to be preparing water balloons to ditch at us, I see a girl with long light brown hair flowing down her back facing away from me. I'm not usually this shallow when it comes to girls but this girl is stunning and her body is smoking hot. She's wearing a white tank top tucked into her loose blue denim shorts matched with white tennis shoes and a black backpack. 

I don't get to see her face even though I stare hard at her as she gets into the passenger seat of a black Mercedes Benz. The car speeds off around the corner towards the highway and it takes me a moment before I snap out of my trance. 

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"Hey honey!" My mum yells from the kitchen. 

I'm unlocking the front door when all of a sudden she's right in front of me. 

"So? how did it go silly?" She asked me with wide eyes and an excited smile. 

"It went fine mum" I trudge past her and beeline for my room as fast as I can. There's no way I wanted to talk about how my therapy session went. She knew I hated going to visit Dr. Garson and talking about my "feelings" as if he understood what it's like to be from the wrong side of the tracks with no money and certainly no future. 

"Daniel! Sweetie please?" She practically begs from inside but I'm already slamming my door and jumping onto my bed to bury my head in my pillows. 

I can hear her footsteps outside my room, expecting her to knock on the door and nag me about every detail of the stupid therapy session but this time she doesn't knock, she just stands there for what felt like an eternity but was probably only 30 seconds. Then she just walks back to the kitchen and I'm left to wonder why life sucks so much.