My Ride or Die

Chapter 4

Jenny

"Hey, who's that guy staring at you?", Serena pointed out. I was too busy setting up the cones for band practice when I saw him.

Like a deer in the headlights, he stood in his powerful masculine stance and stared dead at me. Like he was in shock. Or amazed.

I could see the tattoos slithering up and down his neck and possibly into his shirt and chest. He stood still, letting the late summer and early fall breeze let the leaves fall over his body.

But there was something about him. He had a white T that sat on his broad shoulders nicely. And he had dark jeans and black, what looked like, heavy combat boots. He had on a few rings and a gold chain. His hair was gelled and pushed back a little.

God he was delicious. But, a definite red flag.

"Another toxic douchebag with a devil dick," I said as I sighed and broke our sight connection, continuing my setup.

Serena scoffed. "Yeah, you're right. But, maybe he's different. Who knows?"

I raised an eyebrow as I finished setting the cones. "Don't be ridiculous. I know that you're all set with Dustin, but it's hard to find good guys at this school. They're all horny dogs who just want the masculine label of being a cherry-picker and the entitlement of bragging rights to their sexual conquests. It's disgusting and a disease that so many men are becoming infected with. And that guy over there is a perfect example."

...

"Uhh, Jenny?", Serena said quietly.

"What?", I asked annoyed from my rant.

"You think I'm like all guys?", I heard a deep husky voice say behind me. The smell of his cologne was evident. I stood up slowly and turned around to see him.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?", I said. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Serena backed away. "Well, aren't you cheeky," he said following me. "Well aren't you the charmer?", I said in retaliation.

"Go be with your whores. They're over there," I pointed to Chelsea and her gang. He look over and then at me. "You really gotta start loving yourself more, babe," he said as he walked away. "What?", I asked annoyed as I turned around and saw him walk away.

"What a jackass," I said to myself.