Hate Me

-

.Hate Me

by: The Inflated Taco

o3: This Is How We Party

-

-E N G L I S H-

-

I was dead nervous…

I kept my violet eyes (contacts, remember!) glued to the ridiculously large, plain clock hanging above the classroom door. It was 4:06. In 60 short seconds I would once again be face to face with the root of all that is evil.

His name was Ozzy.

It was sickening enough that I had seen his nasty ol’ face last block in geometry. Now I’d have to face him yet again after school while we worked on that stupid packet. I can’t believe any teacher in their right mind would assign such work. I mean, come the fuck on! Well, I guess a teacher in their right mind could assign it considering everyday 30 problems were supposed to be completed between 2 people.

But still-- I didn’t wanna’ do it! I had from now till tomorrow afternoon to complete 73 math problems. Yes, it may sound really pathetic that I can’t do 73 problems, but these are complicated. And the fact that the only math experience I have is Algebra I, and I’m in a Geometry class filled with seniors who failed first time around, and have some experience in Pre-Cal just really sucks. Well at least I’d already completed 27 of the questions in class while my ‘helpful’ partner slept off his afternoon buzz. The few problems I’d managed to answer were all I could do out of the 90, so to put it lightly, I was fucked.

On the bright side I’d already passed the 1st 3/4 of the course with a low A, so if I bombed this portion I’d probably still pass. My grade would be utter shit, but still even a low 70’s better than summer school.

I banged my head against the plastic desk as I thought about how shitty these last 9 weeks of school would be. If I failed, or did poorly my dad would shit rocks. I’d get this god-awful speech about how my education was the only thing I had to worry about and I couldn’t even get an A (all of his ass-chewing is in Spanish; and Spanish is one scary language to get screamed at in). He’d yak on and on about how I didn’t have a part-time job or any children (“God help me if I wound up pregnant”- that’s a completely different lecture) so I should be focusing every ounce of attention to my studies. He’d go on and on about people all over the world coming into America and snatching all the high-paying jobs because Americans are getting lazier, bla bla bla…

Then after he a few hours of his bullshit he’d tell me to go to my room and pack because I was gonna’ get sent to hell on earth for the remainder of the summer (do remember report cards are usually sent home 2 weeks into the summer). He’d tell me that if I didn’t want to take school seriously then I’d see what kind of stuff I’d be doing without an education.

I’d get shipped off to my grandparent’s ranch in Monterrey, Mexico.

It’s happened to me once before, that’s why I transferred from Med-Tech. In my English and Chemistry classes I’d gotten high C’s, which to my dad is simply unacceptable. I spent my spring break shoveling cow shit. After spring break I came back to Kingsville, and just tie the noose around my neck if I do badly here too.

I laid my head sideways on the desk, my round cheeks pressing against the cold plastic. I felt so damned sick. I looked up at the stupid clock, watching as the relentless second-hand ticked past the 50.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

Ding- Ding!

I shut my eyes and sighed. I hope Oz wouldn’t be a total dick today. Maybe since we’d be at his workplace he’d be forced to put on a happy face and pretend he could be a decent human being. I slowly got up, swung my book-bag on my shoulder and walked out the classroom door into the swarming hall. Damn, going to a school with a body count of nearly 3,000 sucked.

When I finally managed to push and shove my way out the hall I got out through the side door that would take me to the senior parking lot. I walked over to the edge of the sidewalk, peering out at the parked cars. All at once people flooded out from the different school buildings (there were 5: Math, English, Science, History, and Elective) out into the parking lot.

I was too absorbed in trying to find the spawn of Satan among the masses, that I didn’t notice a certain ‘someone’ come up behind me. He grabbed at my sides from behind and pinched lightly.

This of course caused me to scream bloody murder.

I jumped up, snapped my head back (And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a paranoid loser. Sadly, I’ve been this way my whole life) and saw Jere’ grinning from ear to ear.

“You mean ol’ poopie head” I said cursing our 8 inch height difference as I gave him a teasing glare.

This earned me a chuckle, “You’re the mean ol’ poopie head” he smiled as he pushed me lightly, “You’re not waiting for me by the Science Hall”

Whoops. I forgot to tell Jere’ I was going to go with Ozzy. Wait-- he was in the room when Oz told me that he’d be taking me to work with him. Technically, he was in the room, but since he was blown outta’ his friggin’ mind he probably didn’t know.

“Sorrys’—“, I apologized as I wrung my hands ruefully behind my back, “—remember how I’ve gotta go finish the geometry work?”

A sour expression drowned out his earlier playful one, “With Oz?” he asked slowly.

I hung my head, “Unfortunately”

He frowned down at the dusty sidewalk and opened his mouth to say something, but the sudden honking of a car horn stopped him.

We both turned to see an ebony colored sports-car smoothly pull up by the curb. The tinted window on the driver’s side rolled down, and it was ‘him’ sitting there. His stupid car oozed just as much arrogance as he did. Okay, even I, who didn’t know my cars, could tell this one was a nice one. But it was just too nice for him. It was just so pretty, and he had to go soil it up by driving it. I bet he bought it with his dirty drug-money.

His head was slanted a bit to the side, and a lit cigarette was planted between his bow-shaped lips. I could tell he was glaring at me from behind his giant, retro cop sunglasses. Why did I have to get stuck with ‘him’

I looked away from the supreme asshole, turning my attention back to Jere’. “You’re so lucky—“I said as I enviously narrowed my eyes, and crossed my arms under my chest, “--It’s not fair that I’m stuck with ‘him’, and you’ve got that smart, scary guy”

A light smile tugged at the side of his mouth, “Yeah…I’m gonna’ pass this class fo’ sure, and I ain’t even gotta’ do shit”

I pouted my lips and slightly frowned. And I couldn’t copy from Jere’ either because each math packet was different.

“What am I gonna’ do, Jere?” I sighed as I took a wary glance at Ozzy puffing away like a chimney, “I gotta’ pass this class, and he doesn’t look like he knows shit--Don’t tell him I said that, though.”

He turned his head back slightly, taking a quick glance at Ozzy, “Don’t worry about it. That fucker has to get an 85 or better to get full credit, or he’ll be a senior for the 3rd time”

“For some reason, that just doesn’t sound too reassuring”

“Look, he needs to graduate or--” he paused for a second, rethinking what it was he was just about to say as he ran his hand through his shaggy golden hair “---or….he just has to, okay? So if he doesn’t know how to do the work, and you don’t either, just don’t worry about it.”

“Mhm…”I groaned, as I brought my hands to the sides of my face and shook my head hoping to find a resolution to my shitty situation, “That just doesn’t make any sense….You don’t make any sense!”

He rolled his pretty emerald eyes and finally revealed to me the way I’d pass Geometry, “Look, if he can’t do it himself he’s just gonna’ pay some nerd to do it. That’s how he passed Physics earlier this year. He got some nasty-ass, greasy, acne infested dork to do the take home project thing. In exchange Oz got some slut to let him fuck her doggy-style.”

“Wow—“I said, making a face somewhere between disgust and shock, “I really wonder who I should be feeling sorrier for. The poor nerd who worked his ass off for a quickie, or the slacker who paid the nerd off with some tramp with gonorrhea”

“Uh…maybe you’se best be feelin’ sorry for the STD infested tramp cuz’ she had to fuck one really repulsive dude” Jere’ slurred quickly as he took a wary glance back at Ozzy. He have me a reassuring smile when he turned back, and said in a voice I hardly ever heard him use, “What I was tryin’ to tell you was don’t freak about Geometry. You’se gonna pass cuz’ Oz’ll pull a few strings or whatever if he don’t wanna’ work. It’s just a class…so chill, okay?”

“Mhm” I grumbled uncertainly. It was easy for him to blow off a class so easily because he didn’t have a pushy father chewing his ass. I sighed in dismay when Ozzy once again began pounding on the car horn in impatience, “Guess I’d better go”

“Yeah…” Jere agreed a little hesitantly as he shoved his hands into his pant pockets.

“See you tomorrow” I mumbled softly as I walked off to the car, flashing Jere’ a calm smile that hopefully made me look just a bit less nervous.

“Hey, Monie!” he suddenly called out from behind me, “Take care, okay?”

I light smile played at my lips as I waved my hand out to the side, indicating I had heard him. It’s not like I was walking off to some awful abyss… even though it felt like it. Still, it was pretty cool that he cared, and was trying to make me feel less shitty about going to some unknown location with a psychopath.

The second I opened Ozzy’s car door, the disgusting odor of cigarettes drifted out of the car and punched me in the face. I scrunched up my nose, trying to take in as little of the stanky-ass air as possible while I got into the car.

“Hey—“I muttered almost inaudibly as I slid into the smooth leather seat. His greeting to me was a bothered grumble.

Since I didn’t really want to say anything in response to his neanderthal-like grunt, I stayed silent and stared at my hands resting on my lap. From previous experience, I’ve found out that people either interpret my social-handicap as me being a total snob or a weirdo.

Ozzy had interpreted it as me being a cold bitch…

“What crawled up your ass?” he asked bitterly as he roughly brought the car into drive. He stomped down on the gas pedal, sending the little sporty car flying forward.

I quickly grabbed at the seat buckle, but before I even managed to click it on the car jerked to a stop and immediate relief flooded me. Then as quickly as he stopped, Ozzy had the car flying at 100mph.

I looked in amazement out the window, watching as the objects outside whizzed by. I turned forward in my seat and nearly had a heart attack when I saw what it was my driver was doing. He was rummaging through the CD folder that had been clipped on the sun visor. He wasn’t even watching the road!

He popped a CD into the stereo and pumped up the volume. Had the song Highway to Hell been playing it would have been the perfect example of irony. Instead some insane guitar riffs tore out of speakers, and the bass caused the seats to slightly tremble. I felt like I was in the real life version of Crazy Taxi.

I kept quiet, unsure of what to say. Talking to people I was unfamiliar with has never been my forte. I took a quick glance out the window, amazed he’d already managed to make it from the school to the highway in less than 5 minutes. There was no way in hell I was ever going to step into a car with this raging loony ever again.

I watched as he drove around the loop, going towards the center of the city. I continued to idly gaze out the window till my eyes edged up the windows upper right corner. I saw Ozzy’s reflection stealing a glance at me.

I inwardly filched and clumsily turned forward. His attention was once again focused on the urban jungle we were entering. If not for the semi-loud music, the car would have been completely silent. I sighed in exasperation, and let my head fall back on the soft leather head-rest.

This was awful!

I wish I was just a little bit more like Jelly, Xing, or my stupid sister Blanca. If either of one took my place, and was sitting here by this jerk, I’m sure they’d be talking up a storm. Unlike me, they could all manage to hold eon-long conversations about nothing with people they’d met only seconds ago. I, on the other hand, would just be weird and awkward.

The car window made a light humming noise as it was being rolled down, which brought me out of my thoughts. Ozzy tossed out his coffin-nail out into the city street, and coughed out whatever cancer inducing gunk was left in his throat.

I couldn’t help the disgusted face I made as I watched him hack into the palm of his hand. How gross—I bet he wouldn’t even make it past 40.

He caught me looking and threw me an irritated face that rivaled the one he made to me the first time I met him, “What?”

My lower lip jutted to the side as I quickly thought of something to say. Hopefully, it would spark a conversation that could remove the silence that weighted the ride, “Nothing….I was just wondering what it was you did…”

“Hmm?” He muttered as he pulled into one of the city’s most congested streets. He pushed the 2 colorful chinks of hair behind his numerously pierced ears, and lazily yawned, “Whaddya’ mean?”

“Like for work?” Aside from selling high school kids dope to fuck up their brains.

“Oh—“he said, idly pointing a finger in the direction of a string of shops, “—I work there”

I scanned the string of shops ranging from the McDonalds that sat on the corner to the Fredrick’s Lingerie on the other side. I wasn’t exactly sure which store he pointed to so I just mumbled an “okay” and decided not to say anything else till we got there. Apparently, small talk just ain’t my thing.

He drove through the narrow alleyway at the back, towards a small parking lot cemented in between 2 strings of shops. He parked and we walked towards the rusted, white back doors. We walked to the 6th shop and when I read the generic black letters stuck to the door, I felt slightly intimidated.

Ozzy dug into his pant pockets and pulled out a ring of keys and opened the heavy, metal door labeled ‘Lucky 13 Tattoos’. I felt teeny as he opened the door and stepped to the side waiting for me to go in. I felt like I wasn’t even allowed inside….Why couldn’t he work at McDonalds or something?

When I stepped through the back entrance the motorized drone of a tattoo gun echoed out of one of the 3 various doors in the earthy colored hallway. Ozzy lazily walked towards the front and slumped into a swirly office chair behind a glass table which also doubled as a display case for various pieces of body jewelry.

“Yo, Aleski!--” Ozzy hoarsely yelled, loud enough to be heard over the droning gun, “—I just got in! That chick I was telling you about took her sweet-ass time, so it’s her fuckin’ fault I’m late. Don’t bitch at me; come chew her brown ass out.”

I rolled my eyes at his compete yuckyness and resumed gazing at the breathtaking mural of dragons breathing fire on one of the walls. I wish I could draw stuff like that…

A little signature reading: Oz caught my eye at the bottom corner of the wall….Ozzy had painted this? No freaking way! I tentatively took a quick glance at him with a mixture of surprise and (some) awe.

I couldn’t believe this place was actually nice! The front wall was covered in this gorgeous, realistic, medieval mural. The fluorescent light beaming down gave the dark colored walls this lively air. The shop, honestly, looked nice. I was pretty and really clean—Both things I’m slightly OCD about when it comes to my surroundings.

Ozzy walked into the hallway, poking his head into one of the rooms, and the hum of the tattoo gun stopped. A sharp, slightly irritated voice thick with some kind of accent grumbled, “You’se is late! I’ve been having to worry bought front ands’ I ams’ inking thi’ze guys arm….Whatever’s—at least you’se here, now…23 minutes later.”

The guy with the funny accent and whoever he was inking exchanged a few hushed words and a chuckle then he spoke again, “Dude, I almost forgots’. Andrea’s sick, or her herpes flared up agains’ or some other lady shit, I dunnos’. Point is you’ze is our receptionist todays’, so be sexy.”

“—Fine” Ozzy sighed in response, and resumed his slouching in the seat. He looked at the computer with a blank expression then in boredom moved the mouse around so that it would return to its main screen.

The tattoo gun began buzzing again, indicating the guy with the silly accent was once again at work; not to be disturbed. I heard the creak of the swively chair as Ozzy leant back, and I could feel him watching me as I continued to gaze at some other art pieces on the vividly colored wall. This of course made me nervous, but I just pretended I didn’t know he was watching me.

I broke the silence by asking the question that had been bouncing around in my mind since I stepped into this place, “So how can you work in a place like this? Don’t you need a license or something?”

He let out a dry laugh and shifted in his seat so that he could pull his cigarettes out of his pocket, “And what makes you think I don’t have a license?”

“Well, you’re nineteen, right? That’s kinda too young to work in a place like this ain’t it?” I said lightly regretting that I had asked the question. He probably thought I was harshly judging him or something. It’s not like I needed him to hate me even more…

“I’ve been working here since I was 15,” he said with a slightly boastful tone in his voice, “Aight’, I didn’t ‘work’ here till I was 18 and passed that health test and shit and was legally able to get my license, but I would apprentice and shit.”

“So you tattoo and stuff?”

“Yeah. I’ve been legally tattooing for 2 years now” he said with a grin as he put his ciggy between his lips, “My specialty is portraits. Give me a picture and I can ink that on you and I can guarantee you’ll love the end result.”

“You drew this stuff on the walls right?” I asked as I took a step back to look at the mural.

“Fuck yeah” he grinned as he pushed back on the floor, rolling back a few inches. He stuck his pierced tongue out at me and laughed, “As you can tell I got some mad skills”

Looks like he wasn’t very modest when it came to realizing his talents. I looked over at him with a quirked eyebrow and muttered, “Well you…” but was interrupted.

The light ding of the front opening tore through the tension, signifying a customer had arrived. Fortunately, Ozzy’s scrutinizing attention was draw away from me to whoever had come in.

“Hey” was his welcoming grunt, and then he went back to fiddling with the computer….Wow, what a way to make a patron feel special.

I turned my head at an angle to see what freak had stepped in, and when I recognized the girl wearing the tight A&F shirt and ridiculously short denim skirt standing at the door my heart skipped a beat.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” I shrieked as I stared at the scantily dressed girl with eyes wide in confusion. I couldn’t believe this! It wasn’t that I was mad at her being here, just the fact that if one of my parents found out she was here I’d be the one in deep shit. I couldn’t believe her!

My shriek had caught Ozzy’s attention because he was looking up and making this funny face in our direction.

“Excuuuse me?” she retaliated, cocking her head to the side and planting her hands on her hips, “What am I doing here? I don’t need to answer to you!”

I scowled at her, my shyness instantly vanishing as a sudden surge of annoyance flooded though me. Something about the way my stupid little sister acted just always seemed to get me pissed! I hated the way she acted like she was so much better than me just because her circle of friends included frat boys.

That didn’t make her better-- that made her a skank.

“Chingao, Blanca! Y mamá sabes qué estás aquí?” I asked through gritted teeth, speaking in Spanish so that Ozzy wouldn’t understand what I was saying.

“Aye, no mames” she laughed, rolling her chocolate colored eyes, as she shook her head. I hated it when she made stupid motions like that. It made her look like some arrogant hoochie-mamma.

On second thought, she is an arrogant hoochie-mamma…

“Como—“I began, but the door swung open and this guy I instantly recognized from my English class stepped in. Much to my disgust he walked up behind my younger sister and wrapped his arms around her waist, and planted a kiss on her neck. The gloating look she gave me when he kissed her made my blood boil. I wonder if she knew how absolutely degrading she looked to me right now?

“Y quien es esté vato?” I asked as I crossed my arms under my chest. I already knew who he was, but I asked anyways. He was David Flowers. Apparently, the only way David got any action was by hitting the local day care. Okay, she wasn’t a little kiddy, she was 14…but still that’s kind of too young to be dating a senior.

She turned around and took David into a tight embrace and saucily uttered, “Esté guapo es Davíd”

“Aww, babe—“Pedophile Dave whispered down into her ear, “It sounds so fuckin’ sexy when you say my name in that hot accent”

I opened my mouth to scold her for being such a whore but Ozzy cut me off, “Alright, sorry to break up this little telenovela. Just tell me what you’re here for, okay?” He had his head resting on his hand as he idly looked back and forth from me to my sister, “So you’se like sisters or something?”

He took a glance at her tight form-fitting preppy outfit, long, dyed dirty-blonde hair, then to my black Mindless Self Indulgence tee, tattered jeans and choppy black hair, “You can’t be related…”

Blanca rolled her eyes and tossed her hair back, “We’re totally not really sisters. Monika was adopted or something…she’s such a loser”

“At least I’m not some puta” I hissed back, as I gave Ozzy a look drowning with frustration, “Can’t you kick her out or something?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “She ain’t bothering me”

I sighed, and rubbed my hands down my face wishing I were adopted so I’d know I held absolutely no DNA similarities to this shallow bitch, “Whatever”

David suddenly spoke up, “Look we’re just here to get her nose pierced. So can we just do that and bounce?”

My mouth hit the floor, “You want to pierce your nose?” I threw my head back and laughed.

My sister made this obnoxious huffing noise and in this bitchy little tone asked, “What’s so funny, Monika?”

“You” I simply replied, then turned my back to her so that it looked like I was once again looking at the drawings on the wall. I heard her let out an exaggerated sigh, then the clicking of her high-heels as she stomped over to my side. I turned my head to look at her, giving her a vacant expression, “Yeah?”

“I said what’s so funny?” she growled, balling her tiny hands by her sides.

“I already said, you”

“And exactly why am I so funny, Monika?”

I rolled my eyes the same way she did moments ago and imitated her stuck-up voice, “Because you’re like ‘Oh my gawd! I’m totally gonna’ walk into this tattoo shop and blow this creepy old guy into piercing my nose because I’m underage, cuz’ that is just sooo- cool! I totally wanna’ be like Kelly Clarkson or some other 10-minute ho cuz’ if I’m not I’ll totally have no real friends! I NEED one to live!”

Then I smiled.

Complete anger drowned her face and she opened her mouth to tell me off, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Hey, I’m not some creepy old guy!” Ozzy piped in, “And you know you want to blow me too” he joked as he blew me a kiss.

How absolutely repulsive. I gave him a face, “Just shut up”

He brought his hand up to his mouth up in shock and exaggeratedly cried into his hands, “Your sisters so mean to me!”

I let my shoulders slump and I let out the biggest sigh, “Holy fuckin’ hell…”

Ozzy walked out from behind the counter and stood by me with this cocky little smirk on his face.

“What?” I asked suspiciously as I tried to move to the side, putting a bit more distance between us. Ozzy was so fucked up. I think he had more mood swings than my father. He was either a cold jerk or an immature jerk. I don’t think I need to specify which one he was acting like right now.

“And what if I jam that little piece of metal into her nose and leave a pretty little stud in place?” he asked, looking down at me, “Would that really piss you off?”

I sighed and shoved my hands into my pockets, “Yeah, it really would piss me off because I’d get into major trouble at home, because I’m that overgrown baby’s keeper”

“So you don’t want me to pierce her then?” he asked slowly.

I had no clue what he was trying to do and I don’t think I wanted to know either. I looked up at him and stated clear as day, “No”

“No?”

“Nope”

Oz looked over his shoulder at the profane couple who seemed a bit irritated and waved them off, “Sorry doll, you’re underage come back when you’re 18….Then maybe I’ll let you blow me.”

I bit back a smile and looked down at the tiled floor, letting a sigh of relief leave me once the door’s bell dinged indicating that she was gone.

“See, I can be a nice guy too” Ozzy laughed, giving me a retarded peace sign and cocky grin. He looked like some guy flashing a cheesy anime pose.

“Yeah, I guess you can be…” I said lightly as I turned around and wrapped my arms around myself, “Let’s just finish the geometry, okay?”

-

-M O N I K A-

-

Today was finally Friday, which meant 2 days of freedom before getting slammed down with 5 more days of hell.

I dug my hand into my bag of Mini Oreos, popping a little dark cookie into my mouth and extending the pack out to Jelly who declined. Her short hair was spiked today, tips a vibrant purple, lips colored a matching deep plump color. She redid her eyeliner, peering at herself through the inside of her compact mirror.

“Fuck, Jere’ and Xing don’t hurry for shit”, she muttered noticing our friend’s long absence.

I nodded in agreement as I shoved 2 more little cookies into my mouth, “You sure you don’t wanna cookie? There’s only like 4 left and they’re really wittle’” I asked as I observed the cookies in the bag mysteriously disappear.

“Naw”

She clicked her compact mirror shut and grabbed the bag of cookies out of my hands, “On second thought….Yeah, I’ll have em’!”

I sulked at the loss of my cookies and brought up my knees so I could rest my chin. I was tired. My eyes shut at their own accord. I hadn’t gotten home till midnight, and it wasn’t because Ozzy and I stayed up all night doing school work (Eww! That sounded dirty!). We finished at around 8, but he wouldn’t take me home till the shop closed. It’s not like I had to worry about my parents flipping out. I told them earlier that I’d be working with my geometry partner (I didn’t tell them it was a guy) and I wouldn’t be home till late due to the fact it was a lot of work. And since it was for school they didn’t object. It wasn’t that bad staying with Ozzy. What sucked was that around 7 these 5 guys from a local band came by to get some tattoos as a group for a bonding experience or something. Lets just saying being the only vagina in a small shop with 5 “here and now” kinda’ guys is pretty awkward.

I felt an annoying poke on my forehead and looked out at Jelly through half-closed eyes. She just poked me again because I wasn’t responding.

“Heeey!” she droned, imitating Vespa girl’s voice from FLCL.

“Ugh! What?” I groaned as I stretched out my legs and let the back of my head rest on the brick wall.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing….Nothing at all”

“Great!” she grinned as she thrust herself sideways, enveloping me in a rib crushing embrace, “We’re gonna go see a concert tonight!”

“Huh?” I mumbled as I sat frozen in her hug, “But I don’t wanna do anything….I wanna go home and sleep!”

“Yeah, well there’s this concert happening tonight and I’ve got an extra ticket so you’ve got no tonight or die”, she playfully threatened as she suddenly pulled away and pretended to stab me in the side.

To play along I fell sideways and let me head dangle to the side, my tongue hanging off to one side of my mouth. I was dead, so there was no need to keep my eyes open…

Sadly, Jelly resurrected me with yet another jab to the forehead, “Well, whatever, you’re coming with me like it or not”

I let out a sigh, “Usually you go with Jere’ or Xing to concerts…”

“Yeah, well I wanted to go with you this time” she said giving me a smile that said differently.

“Whatever…” I muttered sitting upright. Jelly has to be one of the world’s worst liars. Another thing that tips me off when she’s about to lie is the way her eyebrows crease together before spit spews out of her lips.

“Fine, fine” she whined crossing her arms as she threw me a raspberry, appearing much like an angry toddler, “Jere’ doesn’t wanna do shit tonight and today’s like Chinese New Years or International Rice Day….I dunno’ point is they can’t go and I want to go out with you!”

My mouth slid to the side as I thought of what busy activities could occupy my Friday night. As of now there were two possible situations on how this night could turn out. Scenario #1: I stay at home alone chatting on MSN with people I’d met in chatrooms who didn’t have anything better to do. Scenario #2: I go with one of my best friends to a concert and have a little fun and not feel like a dork for staying trapped in my room on a Friday night.

For some weird reason Scenario #2 just doesn’t look too bad…

“Yeah, I’ll go”, I surrendered. She’d convinced me.

She let out a squeal of joy, once again taking me into a spine breaking embrace, “Fuck yeah! It’ll be fun! Then after the show there’s gonna’ be a party we’re gonna hit!”

Party?

God no….

The only parties I’d ever been to involved piñatas and candy bags. This one would involve beer, drugs, and sex. And those three things were things that didn’t really flow well in my little world of rainbows and unicorns. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t approve of it (I just haven’t tried it) it’s just that I’d never really been around either.

Maybe it was time to pop my little protective vortex and experience the fun that high school kids do on weekends.

“Okay…” I said weakly hoping that perhaps the people at the party might act less shitty than they did at school. I highly doubt they would though…..

“Fantabulous!” she grinned as she leant back on the wall beside me, “It’ll be so much fun…Maybe you’ll even meet a hot guy and get a little freaky”, she winked, laughing as I gave her a doubtful look.

No guy would ever want to get ‘freaky’ with me…. I was a chubby, flat-assed, ugly loser who wore nothing but t-shirts and jeans.

“What?! You could….Your hot, you know? And you’ve got those big ol’ knockers and big ol’ hips and lips”, she said as she puckered up her lips and cupped her hands over her own tits, but adding a little emphasis as she swayed from side to side. She kinda’ looked like a bird on crack or something….

“Uh….okay” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. She was definitely smoking whatever Jack was smoking….

JACK!!!

He asked me to the concert too! I totally forgot!

What if I saw him there? What would I say? He’d know I lied to him yesterday and he’d hate me! I don’t want him to hate me. Whatever, chances are he got so baked afterwards he forgot he even invited me to go to the show.

Hopefully….

“Yeah, and I’m gonna’ dress you up before we go” she said, grinning from ear to ear. I squinted in suspicion….I didn’t like the look she was giving me.

“Why?”

“Cuz’ I want too! Then you’ll look how I look….We’ll be TWINS” she said with enthusiasm as she flashed me a haughty grin, popping open her compact mirror and repowdered her little nose, “And if I dress you up like a sexy punk, I’m sure you’ll have dudes coming up to the party….Maybe someone’ll grab a boob at the show too”

Wow….because I just wanted that to happen.

-

-O Z Z Y-

-

“How much do you want?” I asked as I took a drag of my smoke.

“Just a dime, man” the kid said handing me a crumpled ten. He was one of those scene-beans in his big TRIPP pants and a Cradle of Filth tee. It was bad enough that I’d been in a concert surrounded by a shit-load of these posers, now I’d have to spend my night with them at a party too.

I looked back at Jack, “Gimmie’ a dime, catching it when he tossed it to me, then as though it were a game of hot potato, tossed it to the Satanist wannabe.

I went back to puffing away like a train, rolling my joint between my fingers, and talking to some other fellow stoners till this guy came up to me.

“What can I do for you, my fellow consumer?” I sighed, seeming slightly agitated. Sometimes dealing fucking sucked. People would just come up for you when you just wanted to chill, but whatever I was trying to score some extra cash. Not that I needed it or anything….

He pulled on the edges of his black beanie, tips of his blonde hair curling out the sides of his hat, “You got any roofies or anything like that?”

Yeah, I sold roofies! I’d never personally used that shit to bang any bitches. I don’t roll like that. Some losers just relied on this stuff to get laid. I just sold em’…

“You gonna’ want some boner inducing shit too? Then you’ll be fucking ALL night. The shit I sell is fuckin’ tight so I’d suggest it…unless you plan on letting some hot available pussy go to waste”, I shrugged, pretending to be slightly interested in the sick fucks freaky hobbies. I just wanted to take his cash.

He nodded his head nervously, quick eyes darting around the room, hoping no one would see what he got.

I grinned as a sudden idea dawned on me. I kept my eyes on the loser’s face, sick smile never faltering. In a voice a few notches higher than necessary, I called out to Jack, “Can I get some roofies and Viagra?”

The guy’s eyes bulged out, shoulders hunched, and his hands darted into his pockets. If I hadn’t known any better I’d figure he was trying to hide a boner. A pack of bubbly girls suddenly turned to look at the sexually deprived guy, looks of repulsion twisted on their faces. There was no way he’d be hitting up those girls for some limp fucking.

Jack looked over to the guy with the same expression the girls were giving him. He shook his head and dug into the backpack full of merchandise and pulled out 4 pills in a baggie. He tossed it over to the guy and dryly muttered, “Easy hunting, fucker”

The guy tossed me two $20’s and walked off into the crowd of people. When he was out of sight I shook my head and mumbled, “What a sick fuck” under my breath before turning back to my friends.

“Dude, I totally knew he was gonna fuckin’ play Thunderkiss 65-“ my other friend Sonny said, taking a pause as he took a hit, then leant his head back and exhaled,”-damn this shit is good….Yeah, that show fuckin’ kicked ass!”

“It was aight’. Remember when Pantera played? That shit was legendary” Jack laughed as he pinched the joint he was handed between his lips, “If I could go to any show EVER I’d wanna’ go see the Doors.”

I rolled my eyes in total annoyance. The Doors? Since I’d known him, Jack has had this total obsession with the stupid Doors. Thanks to him I know the reason behind every Door song ever written, and every little freaky fun Jim Morrison fact.

“…The Doors!” I spat as I plucked the joint from between Jack’s lips.

“Fuck yeah!” he laughed as he leant back in the large, plushy recliner he was sitting in.

“I’d go check out Nirvana. Death psychedelic shit!” I chuckled, inhaling as much as I could, and then letting it come put in a beautiful cloud of smoke from between my parted lips, “I mean the Doors were awful. Stop listening to your folks records, man.”

“Shut the fuck up, dude!” Jack jokingly growled. This happened every time that shitty-ass band was mentioned. He would defend their legend while I pissed all over it, “The Doors totally exercise authority over Nirvana. A fart on Nirvana!”

“I’m gonna’ choose Nirvana” Sonny said thoughtlessly as he gazed over a group of chicks, ranking them in his head. I looked over at the girls, slightly disappointed not to find a dime in the pack.

“Dude, that chicks fuckin’ hot…” Sonny murmured as he nudged Jack in the shoulder and pointed at some girl sitting alone on the sofa. She was leaning forward, elbows upright on her knees while her palm rested on her chin ass she eyed the crowd of people. Her look of vulnerability was probably what caught Sonny’s eye. He always went for the lost chick who seemed out of place (not the nasty ones that were easy picking) cuz’ they’d probably just give you head for saving them from their socially awkward situation.

“Her titties are so damned HUGE!” he said, sporting a perverse grin, “And she’s Latina, man….Fuck, I bet she’s got a ghetto booty too.”

I took a quick glance at the girl, noticed her big boobs, then started packing the joint so that when the one Jack was currently smoking was out there’d be another one to light. Jack exhaled then stole a look at the girl, eyes going wide when he saw her, “That little loosey goosey!”

“Huh?”

“That’s that chick that was with Jeremy two days ago!” Jack sighed, “I can’t believe I got turned down like that. Oh, my heart- it crumbles!” He shook is head and took a hit in the most dramatic way I’d ever seen anyone smoke.

I looked over at the girl again.

No fuckin’ way…

THAT could not be Monika. Not the Monika I knew at least…

She looked HOT. Well…doable at least. Well, she was always doable- now she was just boner inducing, I guess. She was dressed in a Rob Zombie concert tee with rips in all the right places, adorable little plaid skirt, tattered fishnet stockings, and knee high hooker boots that made her look so damned sexy. Her eye makeup was heavy, but it looked so fuckin nice, and the cherry lipstick she had on her fat lips just made me want a taste.

NO!

What the fuck!? Eww! I was perving on my dorky Geometry partner.

I made a face as I looked her over again, and snapped out of my daze when I noticed some guy come up to her.

And with perfect timing, Mr. Sleazeball stepped into the picture, holding a red plastic cup in hand.

Jack noticed too, “Hey isn’t that the guy you sold that shit too?”

I stayed quiet as I watched him try and spark conversation with her. She looked at him awkwardly, unsure of how to continue. He said something that made her laugh, and then she scooted across the sofa, making room for the sneaky bastard.

“Do you think we should do something?” Jack questioned as he passed the joint to Sonny. Sonny looked over at what was happening then indifferently turned back around.

“It’s not our business, dude…” Sonny droned as he leant back in his chair, “Plus it looks like she’s askin for it”

Jack pouted slightly, then looked down at his shoes, “…Yeah, but she seemed nice. I don’t want her to get blind fucked by some horney asshole.”

Even though I didn’t really know her, I knew she didn’t deserve that. It made me feel kind of bad.

I watched them talk for a bit. It was kind of funny watching her try and socialize like a normal person, but it seemed that the slimy fuck didn’t really care that she wasn’t one for conversing. The entire time he was sitting by her his eyes would shift from her lips to her tits, but she didn’t really notice.

He leant forward and whispered something witty, inducing a chuckle from her painted lips. I watched her hoping that she’d chase him away.

Apparently she didn’t.

And now would be the moment that would properly tell of how naïve this kid really was.

It looked like he asked her if she wanted a drink cuz he extended the cup towards her but she lightly pushed it away with a light smile. I let myself breathe- at least she wasn’t that stupid. The guy joked off her refusal by asking if she’d thought he drugged it, pretending to be hurt. Monika made a shocked face then smiled and took the cup.

The instant her lips touched the cup I shot out of my chair, not knowing what it was that compelled me to do so.

Stupid bitch!

I walked over there and the guy looked up at me in confusion. I bet he was scared I was gonna’ say something considering I sold them to him.

“Hey, dude…” he began as he stood up defense, but before he uttered another word I punched him right across the jaw. She was just some kid. What he was doing was fucked up.

He fell to the ground with a loud thud, but quickly pushed his way onto his knees, “What the fuck?”

Monika looked from me to the guy on the ground, confusion flooding her features, “What the hell?”

She got off the sofa and stood in the middle between the sleazeball and me, unsure of whom to go with. I looked at the empty cup in her hand and shook my head, “You shouldn’t have drank that”

A few people stopped whatever they were doing to see what the commotion was. Luckily they didn’t make a huge deal out of it considering the fucker was just sitting on the ground surprised.

She quirked an eyebrow and laughed, “It was just some Smirnoff…. Okay, so I never drank before, but I really doubt this one cup’s gonna get me wasted. You do realize you just hit some guy for no good reason right?”

The kid on the ground wiped the blood off of his busted lip and scrambled off into the masses of people. I watched him disappear and chewed on the corner of my lip, “After drinkin’ that shit, you may never touch another cup of alcohol again”

She just looked at me like I was retarded, and put her hands on her hips, “What are you trying to say? You’re not making any sense…”

Right after she said that she kinda’ tilted to the side and shook her head, “Hehe…okay I think I just might be a little buzzed already”

She took a seat on the couch and leant her head back, “Do you know where Jelly is?” she asked, looking up at me. Since she had never done any drugs or drank, I could tell this shit had already started working.

“Who?” I asked as I took a seat next to her.

She moved her face against the sofa, “You know….This girl….She’s really pretty….Short, spiky purple hair…. I want her now cuz’ I think I’m gonna’ fall asleep”

I looked up and didn’t spot any pretty, spiky haired chicks off the bat, “Sorry, I don’t think I see her”

She mumbled something, and then closed her eyes. I sighed….Why the fuck does this shit hafta’ happen to me?

I slapped her lightly on the cheek, “Hey, wake the fuck up, hun”

She slowly opened her violet eyes in a way that seemed so innocent. She rubbed at her heavy eyes, completely forgetting the thick, dark paint on her eyes. She smeared the make up under her eyes, making her look like a mauve eyes raccoon.

She curiously studied my face, and licked her fat lips, “You’re pretty….But you’re mean”

I let a smile tear at my lips, “You look like a cheap whore right now”

She didn’t seem to hear me cuz’ her eyes closed again, and she made herself more comfortable on the couch by bringing her legs in, flashing everyone her star splattered panties.

I looked her over. As weird as it is to even think... she did look pretty hot right now. From where I was sitting, I was gazing down at her big tits. I felt my cock twitch as my eyes alternated from her huge lips, to her breasts.

She was already knocked out….

No one would ever know. Fuck, she probably wouldn’t even remember….

I sighed, and slumped down in the sofa. What the fuck was wrong with me? How the hell could I even think about raping my stupid little sophomore geometry partner?

I groaned and got up off the sofa, and moved so that I was standing right over her. I pulled her up by her arms….Fuck; this bitch was no 100lbs. I bent over, and picked her up so that I could carry her to my car.

There was no way she was gonna’ live this down- I’d make sure of it.

-

-

-