Hate Me

.Hate Me

by: The Inflated Taco

o6: Judas

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-M O N I K A-

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The orange light flooded into the room through the open slits in the middle of my bedroom curtains. I looked out my window a bit surprised that the sun was already setting. Well, considering I only woke up a few hours ago from my barbiturate-induced coma it’s not like there had been much daylight left anyway.

I readjusted my glasses, then pushed them up the brim of my nose so that I could see the Hello Kitty alarm clock on my bedside table. Usually at school I wear gray or purple contacts so I can play with different colors of eyeshadow, but when I’m just hanging out at home I just wear my black frame glasses because I have a light case of astigmatism.

My straight choppy layered black hair was tied up in a jagged little ponytail, and I had thrown on a huge Cypress Hill tee that Jere’ had lent me about a year ago and a pair of lady boxers underneath.

I grabbed my backpack off the floor, zipped it open and took out an old hardcover school copy of East of Eden and walked over to the living room. Jere’ was next door smoking his stupid bong, and Jelly and Xing were supposed to show up in a bit so we could just chill out and watch a movie, so I really had nothing to do but wait.

I threw myself on the sofa and flipped open to the dog-eared page I had left off at, immediately becoming immersed in the story. Thirty pages later I heard a loud pounding that immediately jolted me from my reading. It was more than likely Jere’. Xing and Jelly would always arrive an hour and a half later than the time they originally made plans for. And why were they always an hour and a half late? Because perfect hair and make-up does not happen by itself.

Tossing the book on the sofa, I jumped to my feet and walked the short distance to the door. Without thinking I unlocked the door, and as soon as I turned the handle and saw the tall menacing figure at the doorway I fought my natural instinct to slam the door in his face. I looked up and gave him a nervous smile and he just looked at me with an expression of shock. I guess he really didn’t want to see me either.

“Hi” I squeaked, trying to hide myself behind the door.

“Uh…” was all he managed to say as he looked at me in a bit of shock. Then his icy blue eyes slowly slid down my unpainted naked face all the way to my neon green painted toenails. He quirked his eyebrow and scoffed, “Nice look”

I sneered back at him; quickly cowering behind the door before he managed to go blind at the sight of my cottage cheese thighs, only letting my head stick out.


“So…what are you doing here?” I asked nervously, looking at him straight in the face. I was trying to do my best job at maintaining eye contact in hopes of averting his gaze from my prickly cactus legs, which seemed to have caught his attention.

I never felt so embarrassed. I never felt so vulnerable. Usually, I need to know someone for at least a year before they can see the ‘naked- at- home- me’. The me walking around in my under-roos with only a super huge shirt on, blatantly exposing the fact I only shave my legs twice a week. The me minus the moisturizer, Smashbox primer, and MAC powder (my skin is so bad I have to use the good stuff) and all red blotchy, large pore, acne scarred skin. And lets be realistic, just because my skin is the same color as Salma Hayak’s does not mean that mine is of the same texture as the skin. Her elbows are probably in a billion times better condition than my crappy complexion.

He just stared at me. The sight of me must have been so repulsive I sent him into some kind of shock. The cheesiness of my thighs must have been lulling him into some kind of sickened trance, because for once the supreme douche bag was speechless.

“Hello?” I said, taking my tone up a pitch so that I caught his attention.

He blinked dumbly then looked up, finally giving me the eye contact I had tried to initiate earlier, “Huh?”

“So… um… What are you doing here?”

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After spilling my guts out to Jack he just up and left me alone to dwell in my puppy love induced misery. The instant a little group of frat girls showed up to buy some blow he was on them like a dog in heat, and I would be forgotten until the blood finally returned to his head (the one that controls the major body functions). And even though I know lots of people, that does not mean I like to hang around all of them.

After smoking 4 cigarettes and drowning down a beer I finally acted upon the plan I had been formulating in my head. I was going to go to Jeres’ apartment as an excuse to just be around Monika. I would casually knock on the door, and ask if he wanted to smoke some pot or go shoot some pool or get something to eat. Okay, perhaps I shouldn’t ask if he wanted to smoke pot- that would probably result in her leaving. I highly doubt she knew how to play pool. And she wasn’t some anorexic bimbo so asking him if he wanted to get something to eat could result in her accompanying us. If I was really lucky I would find a way to ditch him and then we could like go eat something and go shoot some pool or go watch a lameass movie. Like a real first date. But the chances of that happening were highly unrealistic.

I jumped into my car and drove for 5 minutes till I arrived at the apartments were Jere’ lived. The way I felt was so strange- I was actually nervous. Like I could feel my heart beating a bit more rapidly than usual, my adrenaline was naturally up a notch.

I parked on the curb of the road and walked over to the only apartment with cigarette butts littered around the front door. I was about to ring the doorbell, but before my finger had a chance to touch the little white button a figure moving in the window caught my eye. What if she wasn’t with Jeremy?

I took a step backwards to observe the movement in window besides me. The curtains were shut but the blinds were slightly open. I saw her laying on a sofa reading a book. What really caught my eye were her legs looking so damned good as they were thrown over the armrest of the sofa.

I eagerly abandoned any plans of knocking on Jeremy’s door. I knew they were neighbors, just not this close of neighbors. New preparations immediately formulated in my head- I was going to ring her doorbell and pretend that I thought it was Jeremy’s place. Where it went from there was up to fate.

Nervously, I rang the doorbell. As I waited for her to open the door my mind raced with doubt but immediately I went dumb as soon as the door opened.

As soon as she saw it was me on the other side her eyes went wide in surprise. Her next reaction was to jump behind the door and squeak, “Hi”

I stood there with my mouth slightly open as my eyes scanned down her body, then back up. So this was how she looked when she was at home. As I looked at her I couldn’t help but imagine what would be like to drop those tiny shorts, bend her over and tear up that virgin cunt. I could feel my dick rising up in my pants as I looked her over one last time.

“Nice look” I said giving her an impish grin that she obviously interpreted the wrong way because she cowered more behind the door.

“So…what are you doing here?” she asked looking at me nervously. Her eyes were fixed on mine so she could see exactly where I was looking at. Even though I knew she was watching me, the horny creature inside of me destroyed any ounce of self-control and I couldn’t help but just stare vapidly at her nice thick legs and think nasty thoughts.

All I heard was white noise. The pressure of my dick being both suffocated painfully against my jeans and pulsing irritably with my heartbeat and her raising her voice pulled me out of my trance. I blinked recalling where I was and looked up at her, “Huh?”

“So… um… What are you doing here?” she asked again as she tapped her fingers on the door and gave me a confused look.

“Um…. I was looking for Jere” I said quickly.

“He lives next door” she said matter-of-factly and pointed to side, “He said he would come over here in a while. Right now he’s smoking pot or whatever”

I couldn’t help but smile. This was awesome- my ploy was working out to my full advantage. All I had to do was ask her to get a bite to eat, but before I said anything she cut me off.

“Since I know how much you like smoking that crap too, you better hurry up before he finishes it” she muttered rolling her eyes and stepping back so that she could close the door.

But before she had a chance to get rid of me a very feminine voice gushed from the road where I had parked my car, “Oh my gawd! You didn’t say anything about having ‘him’ come over! You should have given us all a heads up!”

Holy shit. He was queer and definitely here.

I watched as an Asian guy dressed in bright preppy clothes with crazy straight layered hair sauntered over to me and waved, “Hi, I’m Xing”

“Uh… hi” I muttered, irritated. This fucking ruined everything.

“Its so nice to finally meet you” he said giving me this big smile, “Monika’s told me ‘so’ much about you”

I couldn’t help but quirk and an eyebrow towards Monika, “Really?”

Monika glared at Xing causing him to chuckle and do that signature gay wrist bend, “Really she has. But nothing bad so don’t get all defensive, hun.”

I noticed a very attractive girl who looked like she could be a Suicide Girl walking over to us. She waved in our direction and I gave a half-assed wave back. Damnit my plan was ruined to the second power! This sucked massive balls!

My attention focused again on Xing, “So what has she said?” I asked absolutely curious as to what she was saying about me.

He brought his finger to his chin trying to look ‘oh so pensive’ and said, “Just that you’re such delicious eye candy she can’t help but fantasize about what tattoos you have under your clothes”

The other girl heard and bit down on her lips trying to stifle a laugh and Monika looked at Xing horrified and muttered, “That’s not true”

“I knew you wanted me” I said slyly giving her a wink. She just rolled her eyes and gave up trying to guard the doorway.

The girl with the heavy bangs and spiky purple hair walked over to me, “Hey I’m Janelle”

I sighed very irate that these two had to fuck everything up. I gave her a slight smile, “I’m –"

But before I could say my introductions she interrupted by laughing and giving me a flirtatious smile, “Yeah, you’re Ozzy. Everyone knows who you are.”

If I wasn’t so into deeply infatuated with Monika I would probably have tried to get in her tight mini skirt, but at the moment this flirting bullshit was not working.

“Oh” was my only response to her then my attention switched back to Monika who had opened the door.

She looked at me hesitantly then said, “We’re gonna’ watch a movie. Jere’ should be coming over in a bit. Wanna’ just wait here? There’s ice cream.”
“Yeah, I love ice cream” I said quickly, immediately mentally kicking myself. That sounded so gay. I love ice cream. Trying to be smooth and not so needy was not working. I really hope that I wasn’t showing how desperate I was ,because it sure felt like I was.

Thankfully, no one else noticed.

We all walked into Monika’s apartment. I followed Monika over to the kitchen, which was not very far from the front door. This place was pretty small. Compared to my mom’s place, her apartment was about the size of the foyer.

Janelle and Xing sat on the sofa exchanging hushed whispers and making occasional glances towards me. Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck because I was just trying to get Monika alone since there was no way to ditch those two.

She opened the freezer with her back towards me. Being the sex-driven creature she has caused me to become I took advantage of her position and was making full on eye contact with her ass. Damn, I have never wanted a chick so bad!

Her voice brought me back to reality, “There’s only Rocky Road and Pistachio Almond”

“Rocky Road” I said quickly, watching her as she moved around the kitchen and took out cones from the pantry and an ice cream scooper from a drawer. There was no way in hell I was going to eat an ice cream cone in front of her and those people, “Can I have it in a cup?”

Without even looking at me she grabbed a dry cup from the dish rack and plunked three generous scoops of brown ice cream into it and put a spoon on the side.

She took a sugar cone out of the box and started to scoop some of the green gelatinous substance. She looked up at me cautiously then immediately averted her eyes down when she saw I was looking at her. For some reason I just couldn’t stop staring at her. If this is what having a crush on someone does to you I’m so grateful I’d never had one before.

I took big spoonfuls of ice cream into my mouth, forcing myself to eat it. I had no appetite for it, I was too nervous, but ice cream was my excuse to be here so I forced it down.

She looked up, staring at me with her dark eyes and a light nervous smile playing at her lips, “So where’s your hot-stuff girlfriend?”

I just looked at her a bit surprised- she was actually taking an interest in my personal life.

“I’m not going out with that bitch” I said quickly giving her a grin, “Why were you jealous?”

“I’m totally jealous,” she said rolling her eyes as she sat on top of a bar stool and leaned against the counter, ice cream cone in hand.

I let out a slight laugh and swirled the spoon around in the dark colored mush, “Naw, I broke it off with her”

“But she’s so pretty”, Monika stated as she took a small bite of the cone, “It’s gonna’ be super hard to find another girl like her. She was so perfect.”

I just looked at her giving my best attempt to appear nonchalant, “Well, there’s this other chick I’m after so I really had like 0% interest in her. Plus she was a stripper, and all strippers are gold-digging sluts anyways. It’s her loss, not mine.”

I was being honest. If only she knew that girl I was crushing on was her. I wonder how she’d react? Would she totally freak any become this awkward nervous wreck around me? Would she be disgusted? Flattered? Most of the girls I’d ever been with were experienced with men or simply elated that I was giving them the time of day. I was a popular guy. I may not be that stereotypical jock that everyone goes crazy for in the movies, but I was that guy who made the parties happen. And what high school kid does not like to party?

I had the booze, the drugs. I could always find a place to throw a party. I was the guy who managed to get the pretty conservative chicks to take their tops off and shake their asses. I had cash (I may not look like a trust fund baby but I am), a sweet pimped out ebony Dodge Challenger complete with black lights and chrome rims and 2 sexy candy colored antique Mustangs with all the trimmings. I was that guy. I was the bad boy the chicks wanted to fuck and guys wanted to be.

My brutal honesty earned me another roll of her eyes. If she kept doing that I’m pretty sure her eyes would end up falling out of her head. She pointed her ice cream cone at me like an accusing finger and laughed, “You are so full of it”

I gave her another smirk and candidly retorted, “Its true. Ask Jeremy he’ll totally back me up."

“Well since your single again and lets say that girl you’re after really isn’t interested. And I mean that hypothetically because ALL the girls cream their panties for you.” She said sarcastically, giving me this inquiring stare, “I have a friend who is into you. She’s really nice and she likes you.”

I wish all the girls were really into me because if they were convincing her to go out with me would be child’s play, but I’m pretty sure this was going to be as difficult.

I quirked an eyebrow and with my shiny metal spoon made a quick motion to the girl behind me, “And by friend who is into me do you mean her? Or is using your friend as an excuse just a way of hypothetically asking me if I’m into you?”

I could see the blush slightly tinting her cheeks. One point – Ozzy!

She shook her head and gave me a nervous smile, “Yes its her”

“Yea, I know”, I said bluntly, kind of disappointed. I already knew the answer but just seeing her blush like that gave me some hope. Even if she didn’t like me, maybe she was attracted to me physically or something. I may not be Mr. Muscle-Head but I knew I had sex appeal. I had that rock star boy thing going on and imagine a masculine version of Megan Fox’s eyes that made chicks swoon. I definitely don’t have a hard body like David Beckham but I was blessed with one similar to Josh Todd, only with way cooler tattoos, and trust me when I say the chicks dig it.

“Do you like her? I know she’s not as aesthetically pleasing as your ex but he’s a lot smarter than your other girlfriend and she’s not a stripper” Monika pressed.

“Eh… no” I said honestly giving her a quick glance, “She’s hot and all but the girl I like is like a million times better. She’s perfect.”

Those dark eyes did another cartwheel in their sockets and she sighed, “Alright. Can you be any more of a jerk? That girl better be as slamming as Kim Kardashian or some other mega hottie, because Jelly is one hot chick.”

“No this chicks natural- no plastic in her body, and she’s not a slut, or a liar”, I laughed in reference to the media-whore she was referring to. I continued giving her this disgustingly elaborate pussy-whipped description of my hearts captor, “She’s not the kind of girl I usually chase, but I think she’s the sexiest girl I’ve ever met. And she’s not a bimbo either. She’s smarter than me and just perfect.”

I don’t know where all this shit was coming from. I’d never been good with emotions and what not, but I suppose I was just trying to earn a reaction from her. I didn’t even know her too well but I knew she was the kind of chick I could trust. She wasn’t out there fighting tooth and nail to climb up the popularity ladder so its not like she would use anything I said to her gain some ground with the ‘cool kids’. It was like everything about her was too good to be true.

“Wow, so she’s like a bombshell that can do more than put her ankles over her shoulders?” she laughed. I could tell that she was getting more comfortable around me. Making jokes that were more personal and talking more about our lives. Even though it was only a week, when you spend a few hours a day with someone you’re not totally repulsed by and very interested in it inevitably causes you to become closer…. eventually.

Since she was talking with me like this then she must like me right?

I gave her a grin and shrugged remembering what it was I came here to do. Even though I’m not Casanova I do know what chicks like from a dude. And approval from their friends defiantly ranked high on that list.

I leaned back against the barstool and rubbed my stomach thoughtlessly, “Damn I’m hungry,” I said as I slammed the empty glass that had previously been filled with ice cream, enacting my plan.

She was still crunching away on the cone holding the ice cream and gave me a perplexed look, “You just ate”

“Hey the stomach wants what the stomach wants. And the stomach wants grub so you up for a bite to eat or what?” I muttered quickly giving her a smirk and questioning tilt of my head.

She looked at her nearly finished cone then back at me and was quiet for a second before looking back at me, “No, I’m not hungry, nor do I really feel like binging in your presence.”

I laughed again at her honesty. So she didn’t want to look like a total cow in front of me- I guess she wasn’t a lot different from most chicks. I didn’t press it more not wanting to upset her so I jerked my shoulder over to the direction her friends were laughing in, “What about your friends?”

She shook her head and mumbled, “No, we’re all pretty broke right now. That’s why they come over. We had wanted to go see a movie or just do anything but you really can’t do anything for free.”

I totally bypassed her with my next move and looked over at her friends who immediately shut up when they saw I was looking at them. Their eyes became attentive and their body movement froze probably thinking I heard what they were talking about (which was more than likely about me).

“Hey you guys hungry?”

In response they shrugged in unison and Xing added, “We got no cash, babe so we were just gonna raid the fridge”

I had to score those points so persuasively then added, “Hey you like Chinese?”

Realizing I probably should have chosen a different choice of cuisine I watched as the Asian guy squinted his eyes to the point of them appearing shut and bluntly stated, “I’m Korean”

This caused both the punk girl and Monika to double over in laughter and cause a huge smile to rip at my face. I laughed an apology then explained myself, “Naw, man that’s not what I meant. I’m craving some of that noodle shit from PF Chang’s. What do you say we go and I’ll pay?”

“For all of us?” Janelle questioned giving me this weird look.

“Or do you plan on stuffing your face and making us all stare at you? That place really doesn’t have a dollar menu”, Monika mumbled, also in a bit of disbelief.

Yeah, PF Chang’s isn’t McDonald’s but it wasn’t some crazy fancy restaurant where you’d catch some rich asshole eating at either.

I rubbed my stomach again trying to get the point across that I was hungry, which I honestly wasn’t. I was too nervous to be honest. So I guess this is what it felt like trying to get people to like you, “So? I’m hungry and I wanna eat now, so lets go eat. No strings attached.”

The trio gave each other puzzled glances then Monika spoke up, “Um… Are you sure? We can totally go to Wendy’s or something. Or like I can make some Hamburger Helper if you want, I don’t mind.”

Before Monika could find another excuse to keep my money in my wallet, Xing piped up with a big smile, “Well, since he does have an amazing job that pays so well -I’m sure feeding us won’t put a big dent in his wallet.”

I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes and vomit as Jelly tried to be seductive. She pushed her breasts together (total B cup, so not much to push up) as she leaned against the edge of the sofa and tilted her head, “That would be so great. We’re all just starving! You’re such an awesome guy.”

“Uh…. thanks", I muttered immediately brushing off her friends stupidity and turning around to face Monika, “So there! Problem solved. I think I can afford to take out my geometry partner and her friends. I may look like a deadbeat, but I work remember?”

She quirked an eyebrow and under her breath muttered, “Yeah, I know you work”, probably referencing my self-employed distribution of things that make people feel oh so good.

I just looked at her waiting for her answer. Looking over at her eager friends who were giving her looks that screamed she better say yes, she sighed and grabbed at her hair-tie, letting the short, black choppy locks fall across her face, “Well, looks like I better do my best at appearing human since we’re going to freakin’ P.F. Chang’s”, and then she retreated to what I assumed was her bedroom.

This left me in the living room/kitchen with these two people who I really do not know. They stayed quiet just looking at me like I was a fucking martian. I plotted my escape, “Uh, I need to use the restroom”

Jelly pointed to a closed door that was right next to Monika’s room. I muttered, “Thanks”, earning myself another attempt at a seductive smile, which probably would’ve been hot, had I been interested. Instead I retreated into the restroom a bit taken a back when I turned on the light and was assaulted by an army of piss yellow ducky decorations. There were disgustingly cute ducks EVERYWHERE! On the shower curtains, on the towels, the soap pump was also a duck, and the shaggy rug in front of the toilet was a big fuckin duck face. Wow…

I saw two doors when I went in, one obviously connected to Monika’s room, the other I wasn’t sure so being the nosy shit I am, I opened the door. It was a disaster of a bedroom, with dirty clothes littered all over the floor, a vanity with make up just crammed on the table, and it smelled of slutty perfume. That was when I remembered her little skank of a sister. I shut the door and continued my investigation. It was then I noticed two hampers. One pink and the other yellow (and surprisingly adorned with another disgusting duck). I opened the pink one first and immediately noticed a Hollister shirt and shut the hamper- that was obviously not Monika’s.

I don’t know what it was that moved through my body causing me to do things I would never ever have done. I slowly opened the yellow hamper a tad bit surprised to see a pair of black baby blue laced panties with some kind of cartoon penguin stamped on the crotch right on the top of the pile.

That was when my hand dove into the pile of her dirty clothes, fingers closing around that tiny piece of fabric. This over-sexed creature inside me controlled my actions, and the raging hard-on in my pants didn’t help either.

I closed the hamper and closed my eyes trying to resist the urge to keep myself from doing something really perverted and desperate. But the thought of her juicy pussy lips being constrained by this piece of fabric just made my cock tremor. I thought about how inviting and totally gorgeous that pussy looked last night as I finger fucked it and rubbed my rock hard dick along it. Her pussy was so perfect. It wasn’t just like a tiny hole between her legs like those airbrushed chicks in dirty magazines. It was the kind of pussy that looked fat from the back, the kind of snatch that would look like lips when she would close her legs. It was a real, hot, nasty pussy and my only problem with it was that it wasn’t in my mouth.

I couldn’t help it. I brought the panties up to my face, with the part where her pussy sat straight up so that I could see just how good she smelled. My other hand was grabbing at my hard-on through my baggy jeans. I buried her panties in my nose. God, it smelled so fucking good!

It had that light musky odor that is synonymous with pussy. But there was something about the way her panties smelled that just drove me insane! Maybe it was the fact she was a virgin or something. Just knowing that my dick had more than likely been the first to rub up against that tight cunt was just so hot. Virgins really weren’t my thing. There’s really no point in having sex if its gonna be boring. But the thought of being her first was a totally different story.

I could smell traces of that fruity lotion or spray or whatever the fuck it was she wore everyday on her panties. It was addicting. I was grabbing at my dick through my pants, literally jerking off in my pants like some pathetic virgin loser watching cheerleaders stretch in their tiny skirts. Seriously pathetic… but I couldn’t help it.

Well I couldn’t help it till I heard a quick sharp knock on the bathroom door, and then in slow motion I saw the handle turn and the door slam open. Much to my delight there stood Jeremy looking like a freaking apparition just appeared in front of his face.

I can only imagine how ridiculous I looked. I was standing in the middle of the tiny bathroom with a pair of dirty panties pushed into my face and my other hand rubbing my obvious hard on. As quickly as I could I let the panties fall back into the hamper and closed it. Okay the evidence was gone, and my boner was murdered the same as if Jeremy had just kicked it.

Alright, so he just barged in. That’s usually cool cuz’ usually I’m just taking a piss, but this time it wasn’t so cool because I wasn’t just taking a piss. I didn’t know whether to say anything, so instead I just stayed quiet waiting for him to make his next move. Honestly, the last thing I needed was a scene. I didn’t need those two people out there to know that I was almost about to jerk it to their buddy’s panties.

He closed his eyes and took a big deep breath. He took a peek out the door to see if Jelly and Xing were still busy talking to each other. Obviously they were because I could still hear their voices as he stepped into the restroom and shut the door.

He looked at me slightly disgusted, making me feel like a scolded puppy. There was a slight frown forming on his face and I could sense that he was pissed, but he knew to keep his anger bottled up because I supplied him with a shitload of free goodies.

“Okay, all I can really say is what the fuck?” he said in a harsh whisper as he jabbed angrily at the air with one arm, “What the fuck are you doing with her panties in your fucking face, man? What’s wrong with you?”

I honestly didn’t have an answer. What could I say? That she turned me into home hormone driven animal and I couldn’t even be around her without getting turned on?

This weekend was just getting better and better.

“What do you want to fuck her too? Your girlfriend is some nympho slut! You got chicks throwing themselves at you and you’re over here jerking it over her panties? What is wrong with you?! You’ve only known her for a week, dude! And she isn’t like those other girls, man! She doesn’t have an amphetamine problem, or need a new a pair of tits. She’s just her and that’s it.”

I just blinked stupidly. I really didn’t know what to say or do. So I just said what I needed to, “Hey stop spazzing out. Just keep this shit to yourself and I swear on those delicious panties I’ll give you a quarter kilo of yay. Deal?”

The thought of how wired he could get on 2k worth of coke was like a slap in the face. All of a sudden the image of me sniffing Monika’s panties was just dissipating out of his memory. Or at least trying to….

“So from what I heard you’re taking four people to P.F. Chang?” he said slowly, still with that condemning look all over his face.

I just shrugged, looking past Jeremy into my reflection in the mirror.

“Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t even know those people out there,” he whispered as he jerked his thumb in the direction of the door, “Shit, I’ve known you for two years and you won’t even give me a damned slice a pizza. But now you’re willing to take those three people out there- who you don’t even know that well, and me who you never spent any cash on, to a fuckin’ place where the rice is fifteen dollars? Seriously?”

My rebuttal was a lazy shrug of my shoulders. Okay, so he caught me sniffing his best friends panties. And offering to feed people who I didn’t know. Big fucking deal. Couldn’t he put two and two together or did all that coke already fuck with his head?

“What the fuck are you doing here anyways?”, he asked. It looked like he was about to faint or something; his usual pale pasty skin was getting a bit flushed. I guess this is what an angry Jeremy looks like- which definitely does not come off as intimidating.

Honest to god, I really wasn’t up to these twenty questions and I definitely didn’t like not being in control of the situation. I walked up to him and whispered, “How about we just let shit be and you just enjoy that delicious fifteen dollar rice. What’s wrong I can’t be the good guy for once?”

He just looked at me with disgust trying hard to keep his mouth shut. I gave him a vicious smirk and lightly patted his cheek; “Maybe if I’m a real good guy, by the end of tonight you might see me with her panties in my face again. Only of course, she’ll be wearing them this time.”

He was clenching his fists shut and taking quick sharp breaths. I could tell he was pissed, but it was okay cuz’ I know as soon as he has that tiny block of coke in his hands he’d forget all about tonight.

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Tonight was so weird. Ever since I transferred back to Kingsville High things have been rather unusual. Well, unusual by my standards, but then again it doesn’t really take much to surpass the standards I have set for normalcy.

I put on my long sleeved rusty red colored cardigan over a lacy black cami. I might as well put on something other than a tee if I’m gonna’ go out to eat somewhere without an arcade. I slipped into a black pair of straight leg jeans, tied on my studded belt, kicked on some cute Steve Madden flats, and completed my look with a long chain necklace adorning a huge silver lightning bolt.

I just slapped on some foundation, colored in my eyebrows, sprayed some curling spray into my hair so it could look chic messy and not just messy, and left my glasses on because if I did the whole works with crazy eyeshadow, hair straightening, and all, I’m pretty sure it would take like 45 minutes to get dressed instead of the 10 I just took.

For taking 10 minutes, I didn’t look too bad. The cami pushed my boobs out a bit more than I liked and if it went up anymore I’m pretty sure the stretchmarks I have on the sides of my breasts would be out for the world to see. But other than that minor detail I looked human.

As I was tousling my hair I heard Jere’s voice from my restroom. I guess he woke up from his nap, so everyone’s just waiting on me. In a rush, I grabbed my powder brush off my dresser and evened out my foundation one last time before I left. As soon as I set the brush down I heard Ozzy’s voice coming from the restroom too.

What were they doing- holding each other’s dicks while they peed or what? Curiosity got the best of me and I walked as quietly as I could to the door. What the hell could they be talking about that was so important they had to sneak away to the restroom?

I was so close to the door, just one more step away from satisfying my curiosity. I hunched over and pressed my ear against the door, but before I could hear anything all I heard from below me was a light “clack clack” as my long necklace swung against the door.

Oh, poo!

I shot back from my eavesdropping position and ran over to my bed and body slammed onto my fluffy soft refuge. I’m not sure if they heard me, and to be honest I didn’t care. I can’t even eavesdrop right- I am truly lame.

I saw the light in the restroom turn off, and then I heard a knock on my door.

“Yeah?” I called out, slowly lifting myself into a sitting position on the bed.

The door opened and I saw Jere’ standing there. He stepped into my room and shut the door quietly behind him. Okay, so were we gonna’ have an important hushed talk too?

“Hey, I need to tell you something”, Jere’ said quietly as he sat down on the bed beside me.

“Uh…okay”, I said slowly totally unsure where this was going.

He looked down at his tattered converse, refusing to look at me, “I don’t mean to sound like some overprotective faggot or anything, and like Oz is cool and all that.”

I quirked my eyebrow totally thrown off, “Um. What?”

“Well, just watch out with Ozzy, okay?”, he muttered softly, “He’s my friend, and you’re my friend and the two of you are way different.”

“Naw, duh!”, I laughed. Where the hell was this going? I smiled, “Don’t worry! I can only have one stoner bff!”

He let out a slight laugh and buried his hand in his face, “Ugh! No that’s not what I meant!”

“Okay, then what? Stop being weird”

He finally looked at me. His hazy green eyes looked into mine and he gave me this weird look. It was like he wanted to tell me something, but knew he shouldn’t. He ran his hand through his dirty blond hair in vexation and then threw himself back against the bed.

“You know I care about you right?”, he asked as he stared unblinkingly up towards the ceiling. His eyes darted left and right, I suppose he was mentally counting the number of glow in the dark stars I had glued to the ceiling. There were 22, and he’s known that forever.

I gave him this awkward smile and asked slowly, hoping I wouldn’t regret it, “You’re not dying or anything are you?”

Jere’ rolled his eyes and stated, “No, I’m not dying. I just wanted to tell you that you’re important to me, or whatever”

“Okay”, I said slowly, very confused, “I care about you too…”

He chucked and pulled himself up and then swung his legs off the bed. He looked at me and jerked his head in the direction of the living room, “Hey, just watch out for Ozzy. He lives in a different planet from everyone else.”

“Is he going to abduct me?” I asked feigning a very serious look on my face.

Jere’ looked back at me without a smile on his face and just muttered, “Maybe”, then walked out.

I threw myself back on the bed. That was definitely weird and totally un-Jere’ like in every way. And what could possibly be so bad about Ozzy that Jere’ would be freaking out about? Obviously, he wasn’t that bad of a guy- as far as drug dealers and tattoo artists go I suppose.

Whatever was going on I’d figure out later. I got off the bed because right now I had to worry about finding my purse.

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A/N: We’ll I’m finally updating after a year (my apologies). I plan on writing more soon but I gotta say my baby is an attention-whore and thanks to her I’m lucky if I can even find time to tweeze my eyebrows. So between fulltime school, a four-month-old terror, and a bipolar boyfriend I WILL WRITE! (and btw before I have you all thinking I’m a awful mama I love my baby more than air and doing it doggy-style so THAT’S A LOT OF LOVE). I haven’t even gotten to the most horrible part in the story that’s gonna’ have you all very, very pissed at Ozzy. OMG! He’s such a dick!

And yes- Jere’ pretty much traded Monika for ¼ kilo of coke! What a horrid amigo! But things will get even more jacked up and YOU WILL LOVE IT! And if you don’t love it go spank a monkey!

Oh yes please review! Reviews are like motivation- they keep me going. It’s just awesome to know that people are digging what I’m writing. And if you’re not digging it- I’d still love to hear from you.

I’M LONELY! TALK TO ME! Haha!

And thank you SilkenPetal for reminding me to update! :P