1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Spoiled(44)✳

Word count:3991

I'm spoiled.

I'm enough of a man to admit it. What I want, I get and when I get it, I get bored more often than not.

I'm good looking. I play sports; in fact, I'm your typical jock. I play fast and loose with my sexuality and I'll just fuck with anything that walks.

I'm your typical asshole but hey, I like it this way.

After the third day of playing with a cheerleader, and her finally giving me what I wanted, I didn't care that she cried when I left. She was no longer my toy. I found out all the things that made her tick and I didn't want her anymore. ( Playboy prick. Like I havta say -E )

I walk into the class, sitting next to my best friend, Marcus, and high-fived him.

"I fucked her," I tell him and he smiles proudly.

"Oh God, you're a god. A true inspiration to all." He says and I laugh. ( more like a son of Aphrodite. -E )

"OK, I got it. Riley from class A," he says and I stare at him.

"Seriously, the four-eyed nerd?" I ask.

"Yeah, I mean he's gotta be a virgin," he tells me, smiling.

"Yeah, but is he really worth it?" I ask him and he raises an eyebrow.

"I mean he's a fuck," he says and I smile.

"A buck says I can get it by Monday," I tell him and he smiles.

"Deal." He says and I smile.

I walk into the lunchroom, and over to Riley and offer him a smile.

"Hey, Riley."

"No, you dirty slutbucket," He says, not even looking up from his book.

"Hurtful. Most people start with a hi. Or a 'how are you, dirty slutbucket?' You're too smart to not know common curiosity." I tell him and he rolls his eyes.

"Look, I don't know what you're trying to get at, but I don't want any parts of you. So please go sit with your slut of the day, and leave me the hell alone." He says, before turning the page in the book about six hundred pages too thick and returning to it. (sounds a bit off but I can't place mah finger on it.. -E)

"What's it about?" I ask, setting my lunch down and sitting next to him.

Nothing. So he might be a bit harder to fuck than the usuals...

"Is it mystery or fantasy?" I ask and he rolls his eyes.

"Horror." He says and I smile.

"So, you like horror stories, huh? Who's dying?" I ask and he smiles faintly and I return it.

"This man slut. He doesn't leave this quiet kid alone one day and then he gets a spork through the eye." He says and I smile.

"Or you're interpreting it wrong. Maybe the 'man slut' is actually a good guy and wants to get to know the quiet kid and become friends." I say, offering him some of my chips.

He then looks up from his book.

"I never said I didn't say he wasn't. That doesn't change the fact that he gets stabbed in the eye. I dont like spicy foods." He says and I nod.

"So, you like sweets, I'm not surprised by someone as cute as you," I say, with that award-winning smile of mine. (you're as bad as Carswell -E)

Suddenly, I feel my chair being kicked back and I fall back, almost cracking my head on the tile. With that, he stands up and leaves.

Moments later, Marcus helps me up.