Call her ZADDY

Chapter 5- Mick's Bruised Ego

Back at his house Mick aggressively pulled his old VW van into a dirt lot, where he stormed out, slamming the car door behind him. He then began pacing back and forth, inhaling his cigarette while yelling at his friend Ian, as if that the whole gallery fiasco were somehow now Ian's fault.

"God damn it Ian," Mick said, "I wish you'd never let me talk to that girl. She was the perfect fucking girl before she spoke.Why the hell did you let me talk to her?"

Mick paused to look out longingly over the jagged  mountainside running behind his back yard.

"She was seriously my Hawaiian dream girl before today. And now she's fucking ruined. "

Flicking his cigarette onto the gravel in the driveway, Mick shook his head, and headed towards the front door.

          "You know, I actually used to fantasize that I would marry her one day...," his voice trailed off. "Now I know she's just sea glass; pretty on the outside, but empty on the inside."

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Once the two boys reached the top of the porch steps, they were forced to shuffle through a maze of  bungy cords, old Halloween costumes, and beer cans just to get through the lanai. Mick could feel his anger boiling as he kicked some trash out of his way along the stairs , cursing under his breath.

Behind him, pale faced, Ian pondered, "I don't know. She seemed sort of interesting. Besides ...you said yourself that her art is pretty bad-ass. You're just mad she didn't like you..."

No, it's not that," Mick snapped coldly. "believe me, man, you can have her."

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Once inside Mick flung his back pack onto the floor and slumped down onto an ancient futon that had over the summer melted into a permanent hammock. There, he placed one hand behind his head, and used the other hand to start scrolling through his phone as a means to distract himself.

"Ha, not bad," he said laughing, hoping Ian was in earshot .

In his opinion Ian had a lot to learn about women. Meanwhile, as for himself, well...it wasn't even noon and there were already ten different messages on his phone waiting for him from ten different girls.

"If only one of them could actually hold my interest for once!...," Mick hollered over his shoulder. He smiled in satisfaction to himself before pausing to hear back from his buddy.

When met with no reply, Mick turned his head, searching for his lost audience. Apparently Ian was too good for this conversation. Feeling momentarily offended, Mick belched loudly, as a not so secret fuck you to Ian , and then got back to his messages. From there he responded to one or two girls, then ignored all the rest, leaving them on read. God Damn, he thought. Some of these girls wrote the filthiest things.

After texting back one last girl, Mick dug into his pocket and zipped his phone up in his board shorts pocket. He had to be careful not to leave it laying around. There were far too many incriminating conversations for him to be careless... even amongst his bro's.

"Looking for my soul mate but giving every girl a chance," he sighed out loud.

Yawning, he shook his head in disgust before hoisting himself out of the sofa to go make another stiff drink.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Ian spoke up for the girl and tried his best to behave as an ally. What do you all think? Should he have left the room or kept listening? Find out what Gabrielle thinks of Mick in the next chapter.