My Ride or Die

Chapter 3

Hunter

I pulled up at the front of the school to what looked like a group wannabes. Chelsea, that was her name from what I could tell sewn onto her purse, was a blonde, lipgloss wearing typical highschool whore. And her future good-for-nothing blowjob giving housewives gawked at me. Like the Stepford daycare MILFs, these ladies had a bright future. *note the sarcasm*

But I just stood with no emotion and parked my ride. She stared at me with her sapphire eyes, eye-fucking me. I scoffed and looked away.

My crew came up behind me. Michael, the Goon. An Italian immigrant who belonged to the streets. Ace and Chase, the twins. And Chris. My best friend.

...

Whom I saw lock lips with that blonder bimbo! Should I tell him his girlfriend gawked at me and mentally wanted to fuck me. Or would that make me sound like an egotistical douche and ruin our friendship?

"Hey Motherfucker!", Chris said smiling and giving me a handslap and a shoulder hug. "Finally got to LA!"

I humbly smiled and said, "With the unfortunate price of staying with my abusive stepdad," I said.

"Aw, fuck man. You wanna us to go fuck him up?", Chase asked. "Yeah, that fucker would have hell to pay if he lays a hand on you or your little sis", Ace followed.

"Cazzo de merda," Michael mumbled as he cracked his knuckles. "Well said," I chuckled. The bimbo made her way to Chris and slid her arms under his black leather jacket. "Ughhh, babe," she whined. "It's too hot. Take off you're jacket," she said as she pulled off his jacket. Chris, smiling like a jackass, takes off his jacket and shows off his tattoos. Much like the rest of us, his arms are coated in the black permanent ink.

She kissed his flexing biceps and he lifted her chin with his finger and gave her a tongued kiss. The guys laughed and looked away. And began walking to homeroom. But I stood and waited for him. She opened her eyes and looked at me the whole time. I made a disgusted face and got off my bike.

She pushed Chris away and said, "Later tonight, I'll take you around the world. First class, of course," she whispered as she gave him one more kiss on the neck before joining her other group of bimbos.

Chris, again smiling like a jackass, put on his jacket and saw me waiting for him a few feet away from the parking spaces where the two made out.

"Ah, isn't she just great man?", he asked. I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, she's a gem," I said sarcastically.

"Ah, you're just jealous," Chris said as he patted my back. "Someday, you'll find your girl, Biker Boy." He rubbed the back of my head and ran up to the rest of the Angels of Hell. I walked behind them and decided to go the to the main office to get my roster.

My first morning in LA has been filled with the usual shitty things. Until I saw her.