The Dare

I grab the last cookie on the plate, before one of the others is getting any funny ideas. That’s mine! Lennart’s mother bakes the god damn best cookies you can possibly imagine. With real huge chocolate chunks, no, chocolate boulders that is. Mark shots me a withering look, but he keeps his trap shut. He knows what is best for him. I’m the boss around here, when I want the last cookie, then I simply take it, end of story. And all the others know this pretty well. The only one of the bunch I’d let get away with contradicting me is Boris. He’s my buddy. He’s also the only one I might have allowed to take the last cookie, if he had asked, that is. In this life, it’s every man for himself, that’s a common fact!

I’m the coolest bloke in school, you better believe me. What, you think that sounds arrogant? Bite me, that’s all I say about that. My word is law, my kingdom come, no one breaks the ranks or he gets a good hiding. Like Dennis did today. That geek wouldn’t let me copy in math. Gutless dumbass didn’t even dare to say no, only covered his paper with his arm and pretended he didn’t hear my order. See, I had no choice, I had to teach him a lesson during recess. If I hadn’t all the other duds would have thought they could start walking all over me, too. Dennis brawled like a baby when I twisted his arm onto his back. Threatened to tell the headmaster and called for his Mummy. Boris says, he has a face like a fire alarm, you just want to punch it. I say right so! You know the kind of guy I’m talking about, don’t you? Everybody has someone like him in his class. The guy whose arm always shoots up whenever the teacher asks a question, who sucks up to every tutor and who gets to taste a knuckle sandwich at least once a week.

Hey, cool down, OK? I didn’t really hurt him. Only scared him a bit, honestly. A few bruises, if at all. That’s nothing, I do look worse after every match of hockey. Next time he just shouldn’t be such a pussy and let me copy when I tell him. He only got what he deserved. Fuck, I am no asshole. I have only come to terms with what makes the world tick. You don’t get anything for free. If you don’t make yourself respected, you go down. But I won’t go down, you betcha! Not Patrick Last, son of Karl Last. I’m as hard as can be, without mercy and someday I will win the big price! Amen! My homies here know as well, they only wait for me to open my mouth and to agree to every word I say. That’s how it’s got to be. I’m a winner if ever there was one.

The chick I’m holding in my arms right now might be barely 15, but she has knockers, man, they would have been enough for two. A little less might have been better, I don’t really go for boobs the size of mountains, but my buddies are bursting with envy. They all tried to get off with her like made as well, to get into Olga’s shirt. But I only had to click my fingers and she was mine. And because I’m the biggest catch she will ever make I am allowed to feel up her boobs. Even though she is just 15 and I’m her first real boy-friend. Her breasts are all soft and resilient and… squashy. They don’t feel nice at all, they are too big, too flabby. I wished they were smaller. Much smaller. I wished she didn’t have titties at all.

Ey, forget about that, right? Sometimes my mouth runs berserk when I’m loaded. She has hot jugs and that’s for sure! They alone are reason enough to be nice to her and whisper stupid nonsense into her ear. Chicks go for stuff like that. So I tell her how pretty she is and that I have never felt for anyone what I feel for her and that I have to think about her all the time. In return I can touch her some. See, it’s as easy as that. Strict rules to follow and everyone knows what’s expected. Easy as pie. Today is December 18th, I’m working on her for three weeks now and I bet that before this year is over we will play hide the sausage. I can tell by a look in her eyes, she is ripe for it. Sometimes I see her during recess, whispering and giggling with her friends. That’s a good sign. Once I have laid her I’m in for something new. Cracking virgins is the most fun, after you had her it starts to get boring. All of a sudden the chicks will forget the rules of the game and start to get possessive. Probably can hear the church bells chime already. Really, she knows what she’s gotten herself into. My ex-girlfriends run all over town after all. No need for her to start wailing after we’re done and complain I had only messed around with her.

“Pat, what’s the story for today?”, Boris asks, good boy, perfect stooge.
“Gonna get the motor running.”, I reply instantly.
Clear what I mean, right? Roam the streets, live up to my bad reputation. Fuck school and that I’m in my senior year, final papers getting close. The teachers don’t dare to flunk me, they’re much too scared for that. So I sure as hell can go out getting totally pissed. Especially because tomorrow is the last day before the Christmas vacation and I give a damn about the Latin exam!
“Again?”, Mark gripes.
Man, he’s being a bit cheecky today. Seems like he has forgotten how the cat jumps.
“Is the baby afraid for his marks?”, I sneer; bulls-eye.

Mark is a bit week in the upper storey, you know? He couldn’t follow the stuff in school even if he tried, that’s how dumb he is. But he doesn’t try, he’d rather have to repeat class than being a geek. Otherwise he wouldn’t be hanging out with us cool guys. Mark is still on probation, so to say. Lennart put in a good word for him, so he’s with us for two years now. Such a newbie should better keep his big mouth shut, what he is doing right now. Hold on, he really starts speaking up again!

“I heard they will pull down the old house in Schoepferalley. There are some of those construction machines and stuff already.”, Mark says low-voiced and humbly; all right, I don’t want to be awkward and won’t tear some strips off him. “Thought we might take a look at it.”
“You wanna go hanging out on a construction site?”, I grunt.
What 20-year old is still into diggers and stuff? Maybe he still wants to be a trashman, too? I think I have to tear some strips after all… but before I can get started Boris steps in stabs me in the back.
“Yeah, maybe someone left the keys and we can go for a little ride.”
“I always wanted to drive one of them babies.”, Lennart agrees.

Marks smirks and thinks himself the winner. Can I take that shit? I don’t suppose so. Fuck, how I hate situations like this. I set the agenda, I have the awesome ideas, understood? But when I still keep objecting, while all others are in favour of it, that’s no good. That’s another rule, even the king has to keep his subjects in the mood. But as I’m simply the greatest I don’t let myself get worked up by shit like that. I yank my butts out of my Jean’s back pocket, knock the bottom until the ends come up a bit. I casually pull one out with my teeth and I don’t even need to say a word to make my lass give me a light. Good girl, she knows how to behave. Keeps quiet, slobbers over me like I deserve and besides that is mainly decorative.

“As if someone will leave the key for the machines.”, I finally say.
“You knever know, things happen.”, Mark objects.

What is that supposed to be? Open rebellion? Ludicrous. Not in my back yard!
“No need for that.”, is all I say; they will be asking in no time.

Boris is the only one who knows what I mean. I can hotwire such machines. My uncle showed me how. He can do stuff like this and lot of other cool things as well. He makes his living by it. He can hotwire any car and drive it wherever you want. Absolutely legal. He owns a wrecking service and big vehicles are his hobby. Dude, I’m fly. Now I get that Boris didn’t stab my back after all, he only fed me lines. Good boy, he’s my man, he really is. Since kindergarten. We stay with each other through thick and thin. I can bank on him.

„What do you mean by that?“, Mark wants to know.
See, I told you.
“I don’t need a key, that’s all.”, I retort in triumph.

Barely five minutes later my flock of sheep obediently follows me through dark alleys and bleats in respect. They are pretty lucky to have me as their leader. I know what they need. Only the milk cow at my side get’s on my nerves. She has her hands all over me all of the time. I can hardly stand it. When we are alone in my room, she can do it but when you are walking this is really gross. I truly hope she will let me have a go at her soon so that I can dump her and add a new trophy to my collection. So you think I’m a prick which only uses girls? Fuck you! As if she isn’t using me! I’m THE stud in school, she boasts about being with me to her friends and scores. And I won’t be talking bad about her once it’s over, I’m not getting as low as that. Except for when she deserves it because she gives me shit. When I’m through with her, the other guys will be running after her. Like always. When I have given the honor to a chick she advances in price. So bite back your comments and don’t pretend you don’t know the game. And I bet not only as bystanders. I’m not buying it.

Shall I tell you a secret? It’s not dangerous, no one would believe you anyways. After all I’m somebody and you are nothing. I’m so sick of these games sometimes. OK, it’s out. Yes, you heard correctly, the awesome Pat once in a while is fed up with it all. It can be pretty lonely on top, believe me. It doesn’t happen often, I’m a badass after all, not lending myself to illusions but there are days when I feel so tired and worn out. I only want to pull my blanket over my head and be somewhere else. No matter where. And if I have a truly bad day I wonder what it would be like to have someone at my side. I could hold him… her in my arms just like in those cheesy movies my mum watches all the time. Nothing I can do about it, only wait for it to pass. You laughing? I don’t care a copper. Wimps like you don’t mean a thing. I’ll simply get greater and you will be forgotten. In 20 years from now not even your mother will remember you but the whole world will know my name! That’s how it is. Some go up, others go down. I’m one of those going up.

Actually there are construction machines on the site. It’s right about time they level this old shit. You can hardly call it a house anymore. No idea why it still stands, no one’s been living in it for years. Not since I can remember. The building might have been quite nice in its better days but if a house is vacant for some 15 years or how long it is, it simply comes apart. It’s not heated properly and all that stuff. The window panes are all broken, nothing of them had been left when we were the age of throwing rocks.

“I’ve heard the house is haunted.”, Olga whispers and starts giggling like she is bloody stupid.
“So you better stay close to me lest the ghosts come for you.”, I say nevertheless; I also know how to behave.

If you want to lay a chick, you have to be nice to her for a while. Or you won’t be getting any on the long run. Did I mention that 17 virgins are on my account? I’m legend folks, whether you like it or not. I’d like to see anyone else to do better. Even though Boris is close to my heels, with him haven taken 14 hymen. He is my best man, that’s the place he deserves, to be second in line. Everything well in order.
Olga slobbers and giggles. The first one is alright, she should be doing this. The second is shit and I stick my tongue into her mouth. Is the best way to make broads shut up. If you tell them to pipe down they only sulk. They are not in for openly displayed hierarchy. You have to be more careful around them, especially when you want to get into them some day. When I lick her face so openly it is good for my part as gang leader. I’m the one with the hot skank in my arms, the others degraded to mutes and all of them wishing they were me. Besides me, I’d rather be… forget about that. A bloke doesn’t whine. And Olga has finally stopped giggling.

„My aunt says so as well, that this place is haunted.”, Lennart comments with a big grin, ‘hags’ his eyes say.
“It’s really true!”, Olga exclaims with enthusiasm, maybe I should stuff my tongue right back into her, my efforts didn’t really go for a long time. “My mother told me that at least ten people died in this house. Something always stays behind and then a place is haunted.”

The lass shows goose bumps while telling us and looks at me with eyes as big as saucers. Unfortunately this doesn’t affect me, I find it more ridiculous. But hey, I want to stick my prick into her beaver after all, so I give a little Shakespeare. That’s always a good move.

“Princess”, I purr, “I’m absolutely positive that there were never ten people murdered in this place. It’s just an old building, no need for you to be afraid.”

Where do women always get those funny ideas from anyway? Something stays behind? Uh-oh. Bullshit, I say. When someone bites the dust, he’s out of the game and that’s it. The only thing that stays behind is rotting flesh und stench, but no energy. You have this one life, get it going my father always says. And to me this sounds much more real than all this esoteric crap. Besides I would know if there had ever been a mass murder with ten victims. Something like this wouldn’t be forgotten, not in a dull jerkwater town like ours.

“They didn’t die all at once.”, she objects and slobbers some more. “But over the years.”
“Ey, man.”, I all of a sudden hear Marks voice. “Now that you mention it I remember. My granny told me about it once, it’s supposed to be cursed. Each one who buys it dies sooner or later.”

That guy really is a loser. He is still on probation, remember? And he will never get through it when he goes on like this!

“Right, there even is a paragraph about it in the book about local history we had to read in seventh grade.”, Lennart jumps in and that is when I can recall, too.

Had been in the chapter about myths, with a twinkle in the eye and oh-so-funny. Written by a hag, what else. A man would never have entered such muck. A man sticks to the facts.

“See, I told you it is haunted.”, Olga declares.

It’s right about time I get this bunch of toddlers back to normal. Can’t let them get away with everything, now can I. How does that look if we stand here and actually talk in earnest about ghosts and haunted houses like those things really existed. Never ever, I don’t have time for such monkey business. A future self made millionaire is above this.

“This house is not haunted.”, I snarl dangerously. “We’re back in elementary school or what?”

Good, I can see it in the faces of my homies, they are with me again and then I kiss my lass and smile at her.

“Don’t let them pull your leg. Haunting is for fairy tales.”

Olga beams and sticks out her boobs. She seems to think this turns me on. But I’m not as simple as that. It takes a little more than that to get me going. But if I don’t kiss her again it would give the wrong impression. Someone might get the idea I’m not into her and that’s something I can pretty much do without. What? What are you staring at? You have a problem? I know what you are thinking but you couldn’t be more wrong! Just because I don’t like big knockers and have strange things running through my brain once in a while this doesn’t mean that… well, that something’s wrong with me, understood? Good.

“What about a dare when you are so sure about it.“, Marks voice saves me from more tongue acrobatics.

I’m so relieved that it takes a while for me to notice that this small shithead just publicly challenged me. What does he think he’s doing? If he wants a good thrashing why doesn’t he simply say so? That’s what friends are for. There is only one hitch to it. I’m the alpha male. When a cub tries to bite me I have to prove my position. And this is not working when you turn down a challenge. I have to accept, no matter what. You see, even when you are the leader of the pack life can be pretty tough. So stop complaining and get your arse moving. It’s in your own hands what you make of it. Don’t expect anyone to feel pity for you. No one is feeling pity for me as well.

“Just name it, I’m not scared of anything.”, I reply, so laid-back that I’m mightily impressed by myself.
“I bet you don’t make it through the night in this house.”

Oh, should I start bawling or what? The guy is even a bigger loser than I thought. It’s not even worth it to tear him apart for it, honestly. This dare is so stupid, I don’t have to accept it after all. Lucky me. I don’t feel like power games lately, to tell you the truth. My position is secured enough, I don’t have to bother with crap.

“You moron.”, I snort.
“OK, what’s the ante?”

My eyes dart over to Boris in disbelieve. Hey, he is my buddy, damn it! Do I even have to watch my steps around him now? I don’t want to spend a night in this shithole. It is December! There is not one window left intact and it is fucking cold! I’ll freeze my tail off and will be bored to death.

“A night with me.”, the chick I’m holding in my arms suddenly chirps.

I know, now I know. I backed the wrong horse. For three weeks I’m working my arse off and play the idiot for her because I want to be the first one to fuck her and the skank is no virgin. She probably spread her legs for half the lower grades already and I think I have gotten myself an innocent little 15. I so have no choice right now I could puke! I can’t reject this stupid bet. If I do it looks a) as if I was a chicken and b) as if I didn’t mind if Mark laid hands on my property. But I’m the boss around her and you better not doubt it. I will spend a frigging night in this shithole, shag the bitch thoroughly and after that tell all the world what a lame screw she is, totally dilated and at the same time put Mark back into his place. All I need to do is take a warm blanket and a thermos of hot coffee. And flashlights.

“Alright.”, I give my royal judgement. “I’ll get this done tomorrow. I actually need a good night’s sleep anyways without having to put up with the crap music my little sis is listening to. And my princess here is worth living in this place for months.”

Now she slobbers again. See? That’s how you do it. Learn by watching and try for yourself.