thrashin', mid90s.

that's my girl - ian vs fuckshit

ian wasn't the most kind-hearted person one would meet; in fact, it seemed like he didn't have an ounce of compassion in his body. he would bully and beat his younger brother, stevie, and disrespect his mother. it seemed as though he'd never change his ways.

that was until he'd met (name). she was a sweet girl, opposite of him. ian was surprised during his first encounter with her: she hung with stevie and his "ghetto" friends. she had came by the house to drop off the beanie stevie let her borrow and ian found the girl attractive. at this time, stevie hadn't told his friend group about the abuse he'd face from the hands of his older brother.

unknown to (name), ian would threaten stevie to tell him more about her. he was completely fascinated with the girl, yet the only words exchanged between the two were greetings and their names.

a close friend of her's by the name of fuckshit grew feelings for the girl as well. (name) was the first girl that he formed a bond with in a while. she wasn't trying to get into his pants, (name) truly cared for him. she loved their skate seshes and his dumb jokes. when the guys weren't around, fuckshit would open up to her. he'd show he had feelings unlike he did when around his other friends.

she made him act differently and fuckshit wasn't sure whether to be thrilled or frightened by it.

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the whole gang were hanging around a local burger joint after a couple hours of screwing around. stevie and (name) sat together at one of the tables, smiling as they both talked. he happily ate a fry, thankful that (name) offered to buy him food. stevie loved how kind the girl was but he was afraid she'd fall for his brother. ian could beat him black and blue but he'd never forgive himself if he let ian put his hands on her.

fuckshit waited for his order near the pick-up window, hands stuffed into the front pockets of his baggy jeans. as he stood there, he snuck small glances towards the table that (name) and stevie were seated at. his other friends ruben, ray and fourth grade sat opposite to them; not that he payed much attention to them, though.

fuckshit was surprised with himself - was he really looking back to see if (name) was looking at him? god, he could practically hear the insults now. he knew he was a heartbreaker yet he had fallen for his own friend, who was possibly oblivious to his feelings.

fuckshit smiled to himself when he heard (name) laugh at something ray had said. it was almost musical to him and he enjoyed everything about her. her presence, her warmth, her voice. he was so focused on her that he almost didn't hear his number being called. he thanked the employee before grabbing the tray that held his food. fuckshit hadn't noticed the person that now stood behind him and he harshly bumped shoulders with them, when he turned around.

"yo, why you standing so close - ?" fuckshit shut his mouth once he got a good view of the person, who was now glaring at him coldly. stevie's dipshit brother.

ian's jaw clenched at the sight of the curly-haired idiot in front of him. seeing the smug face of the dude made his blood boil. ian fought back the urge to punch that stupid smile off his face. he glanced back at his little brother who's attention was now on him. stevie was shaking slightly with fear and uneasiness.

(name)'s eyebrow furrowed in confusion for a brief moment. she placed a hand on stevie's shoulders and felt his tensed muscles, "dude, are you okay? what happened?" she noticed he wasn't looking at her and followed his gaze. (name) was met with fuckshit taunting a pissed off ian.

"what're you gonna do about it?," fuckshit flicked a finger upwards on ian's face, causing him to look up, "you're just standing here an' not doin' nothing." he noticed ian glancing back to him and the tables. he glanced at a frowning (name) that had an arm wrapped over stevie's shoulders.

"you checking out the pretty girl, huh?" now his face was close to ian's, the large grin never leaving his face.

ian still hadn't spoken a word. he was fuming with anger inside yet the words seemed like they couldn't come out. of course, this only made him look more ridiculous. fuckshit was feeding off on how pathetic he looked.

"that's my girl. she's too good to wanna be with someone like you. you really thought you'd have a chance with her? shit's funny as hell, man." fuckshit mocked him. he laughed and headed to his friends with his nearly forgotten food in his hands.

ian watched him walk back with a scowl. his hands in the pocket of his hoodie clenched tightly into fists. his fingernails had cut into his palms as a result. he was wished he could beat his ass.