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Noah

I felt my nose flare violently and my fists balled.

"Noah? Are you listening to me?", Gunnar asked while he lifted the hood to his car. I turned around slowly and nodded.

"Yeah, I hear you. I just got a slight headache."I lied.

Gunnar made a cocky grin and chuckled, "You seem a bit jealous".

I forced a smile. He was right. I am jealous. I'm envious. The fact that Chocolate, sweet Chocolate, is able to go on a date with Benjamin? You've got to be fucking kidding me. That sap doesn't even know how to handle pussy like that. He doesn't even know how to handle any type of pussy and that's why he never gets any.

"Nah, I'm not. I'm just a little distraught." I say walking over to help him change the oil. Gunnar moved away from the car and wiped his dirty hands on his denim jeans. He arched his bushy eyebrow and kept chuckling. I gave him a ugly mug and he stopped , clearing his throat.

"Like I was saying. Benjamin went to ask Chocolate on a date which surprised me. I've never heard her talk much but, she seemed to really like him by the way she kept smiling. She said yes and I guess they are going out tonight." He shrugged.

Without me realizing it I smashed my fist into his headlight.

"Noah! What the fuck , man!", Gunnar yelled pushing me to the side to check the damage I had made. He knelt down looking at the broken light on his Mustang and groaned. My fist was pulsing but I could barely feel anything besides anger.

Gunnar looked at me and his head tilted. "Noah, you gotta get over this girl. You don't even like her. You don't even go for chicks like her. She's way too. . .innocent for your liking and to her you're exactly nothing like Benjamin."

I quickly grabbed onto Gunnar's shirt, pulling him by his collar and watched how his eyes twinkled with sympathy. He was completely right. He was exactly right and I can't let him know that. Me? Being wrong is never the option in any situation. Only I would know that.

I breathed heavily and watched his eyes narrow. He was squinting at me and it was a long pause with me just holding him by his shirt. He then looked at my reddening hand. He slowly moved away and I stood still as we both looked at each other with a see through glare. "What? You're gonna hit me for being right? Get the fuck off me, man."

Gunnar turned to close his hood and grabbed his keys from his pocket, looking at the headlight again.

"Wanna grab a beer?"He asked nonchalantly.

I looked at my bloody knuckles and back at him, taking a deep breath.

We both got in his car and when he turned on the engine he butted, "You're paying".

I hicked my head, "Of course I am."

*****

I looked at Chocolate's Facebook photos and saw nothing but her in her plain clothes. Those awful floral dresses that stopped below her knee, the baggy sweaters she wore and mom jeans. But, I always slide to see one of the photos that were completely different from the others.

I suppose some months ago she went on a trip to Florida and she was wore this striking black Bikini. She was turned around and her head was looking over her shoulder to look at the camera. Her eyes had something different in them in that picture. While her curly wet hair stuck to the arch of her back I could still see her vase like shape. Her curves poked flawlessly and her plump lips were wet. The sun kissed her tan skin which made her glow and the bits of sand were stuck to her thighs, all the way to her ass. Fuck.

It makes my head hurt thinking that Benjamin is going to be getting all of that tonight as I'm here in the bar with Gunnar while he flirts with our old friend , Jane. Who happens to be the bartender.