inspired by License to Drive '88
Les was by the side of me looking at me with pure jealousy as i talk about last night's affair.
"I'm sure that's exactly what happened Dean."
He won't admit it but deep down i know he's jealous of me.
"Why can't you just admit you're jealous?" I ask, fed up with his facade, leaning on the handlebars of my bike.
He laughed, throwing his hair back so far it almost hit the road behind us. He was so stupid sometimes, he was stubborn too- couldn't admit his jealousy of the fact that I got more girls than he did.
"Me? Jealous? Of what exactly, the fact you have to beg a girl until she feels sorry for you to go out? Sorry man, not my style," he laughs through his words, finally settling his curious eyes on something in the distance.
"Trust me, Anderson, I can make any girl swoon for me. Just you watch buddy."
I was impatient, he wasn't looking at me meaning he didn't believe me.
What an ass.
His baby blues go wide with excitement, a menacing smirk plastered all over his face. He turns to me, balancing a god damn light bulb on his head.
"You say you can get any girl you want?"
I search his eyes, looking for the cruel pain he'll end up putting me through if I say yes but also the teasing if I say no. I begin to grow unsure.
"Yes."
"Over there."
I follow his confident finger to a girl across the street who I recognise as my new neighbour. She was lovely, a hot surprise when I got home from school one day. I sat on my bike and watched her unload boxes for about an hour. There was something about her man.
"No problem, I saw her looking at my ass yesterday. I can get some of that," I hold my sunglasses just above my eyes, tracing her tight jeans with my hungry eyes.
Les hits my shoulder, sending me off.
"Right buddy, with some cotton and chloroform even my dad could get some."
I start to ride away, sunglasses placed firmly on the bridge of my nose. I was cool, fucking cool. I was a stud, I can get any girl I wanted Les just you watch.
"That's rude and illegal!" I pointed back to him behind my shoulder, seeing him cross his arms in amusement.
"You look like a cop!" He yells with his hands around his mouth as if yelling was gonna make it any funnier.
"Whatever," I shake my head, handlebars swerving with it slightly.
What I thought was slightly turned out to be a lot as when I called for Y/N as I neared her on my bike, the wheel toppled sending me to the ground. I got up in hopes that nobody saw, an ugly smile plastered all over me to try and charm my way out of this.
Like bullies, both Les and Y/N at opposite ends of the street were laughing at me except her giggles were sweeter than Les' hyena caveman howling.
I laugh again, shaking my head before continuing.
"You alright?" She asks, leaning against her new fence.
"Mortified."
She laughs to herself.
"Nice. Karma's a bitch."
She walks away, leaving me determined and shell shocked.
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