School was nearing an end, and Damon was bugging the hell out of us. With finals fast approaching, we didn't need any kind of extra distraction. He kept putting on a show for Hannah about how he needed help in school and claimed he was on the verge of failing some classes. Damon constantly asked if he could join us to study Physics and Precalculus, but we always turned him down.
After awhile, his pleads for help got the best of Hannah, and he convinced her to meet up at Panera for math help. I offered to drive her there since she didn't have her license yet, and also so I could introduce the two of them. Naturally, we showed up a bit late and texted him to see where he was. We waited for a little while - no response. I had originally planned to run some errands since I was in the area. I felt bad just leaving her there, but I really had to get some things done. And honestly, I didn't have the desire to see him since he was always hanging around my house.
The first stop was the food store to grab dinner and a bar of overpriced chocolate. After the store, I got a text on the way to the gas station from Hannah saying that Damon hadn't shown up yet. After the gas run I'd have to go pick her up. What a damn waste of an afternoon.
I pulled into the gas station, locked my car, and went inside since my friend worked there and always gave me secret discounts.
"Hey Shaun," I casually greeted.
"Hey. How much we talkin bout today for the gas guzzler?"
"I'd say 50 to top her off."
"Alright. I'm feeling generous, and I'm lovin the shirt so how bout we settle on 20 for unlimited."
"Sounds good. Thanks Shaun."
"Anytime," he replied with a mischievious wink.
I began walking outside but stopped dead in my tracks. Damon's blue Lamborghini was pulled up right next to my car. I immediately swiveled around, locked my terrified eyes to Shaun's, and said, "It's him." Shaun instantly knew who I was talking about because word had spread, and he called someone to take over the register for him.
We walked out together, and Damon got out of his car with a venomous glare.
"Who's he?" Damon suspiciously questioned pointing at Shaun.
"Employee at QuikTrip," Shaun sarcastically replied. I laughed aloud and began walking toward the pump before my $20 order timed out. The two of them quickly followed me over.
"Are you guys just gonna stand there and watch me pump gas? It's not that entertaining." Both of them nodded, and we all just stood there to see who made the first move. Obviously, it was Damon. He sprinted a couple strides to where the gas line was feeding my car and effortlessly pulled it out, spewing gas everywhere. I instinctively stepped back trying to avoid the gas hose, but Damon managed to soak my feet and legs.
Shaun started hollaring at him to quit while he struggled to stop the gas from flowing without getting wet. Since Shaun had told the computer to give me unlimited, and the gas wasn't going into a tank, there was no indication it should let up. After what seemed like hours, Shaun finally managed to hit the safety switch, and the gas stopped jetting out. Quite a few customers were looking over in astonishment, but Damon decided to keep going with his show.
"Well, are you going to go now?" Damon asked me. I stamped my feet off to get rid of some of the gas and got in the car without saying a word. I purposely slammed the door, put the key in, turned it, and nothing. Anger was raging inside me as I got out off the car and yelled, "Damon! You fucking bitch! What the fuck did you do to my car?!
He calmly stated, "You know, I honestly don't know what I fucked up. Something pretty serious I'd imagine. It didn't sound too good." I furously walked over to the pump and toggled the safety button off, causing gasoline to spray all over him. Shaun rushed over to turn it off again but not before I gave Damon a nice soak.
"I could get so busted for this," Shaun muttered.
"And I could get so used to this," I retorted glaring at the gas dripping Damon. "But what about my car?"
"Here, I'll see what I can do with it," Shaun offered. I popped the hood for him, and he started looking around and asked me to start it up. He immediately saw the problem.
"The sprak plug was tampered with. It's an easy fix though. I'll be right back," he said running inside the gas station. That left me and Damon.
"You know," I said. "Hannah is waiting for you right now at Panera. And I just wasted half of my day with your bullshit. AGAIN! When will this stop?"
"This isn't my choice."
"Well then whose fucking choice is it?! Huh?!"
"The company I work for. And also, I want you."
"You're sick. Did you know that? Fucking sick. Just go. Right now. Just leave."
"Alright hon. I'll be at your place for you when you get back." He got in his car and drove away just as Shaun was coming back with a bunch of tools.
"I'm so sorry for the trouble this is causing you. And the gas mess he made..."
"That is the least of my concern," Shaun replied his eyes locking with mine. "He looked about ready to fight you at one point. And if he ever physically harmed you, that bitch would get a nice fist to his face from yours truly over here."
"Thanks Shaun. But it's not a matter of if. It's a matter of when."
