Swearing!
I was in my alleyway by one of the McDonalds in my town. Waiting for some idiot to walk in like I did everyday. That's when I noticed some guy come out of the McDonalds. I had never seen him around before. Might as well tell him who runs this town. "Hey!" I yelled glaring in his direction. He completely ignored me continuing to walk away. I walked next to him "Hey don't ignore me you idiot!"
"Huh? Oh hi!"
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"It's Mcdonalds, Im always here." He said grinning. I rolled my eyes.
"Everyone knows this is my side of town but of course you don't obviously."
"That's because I just moved back here from when I was five. My dad's from England."
"Your just lucky im lazy today and that im not my freaking brother he'd squash your head in." I said slinging my baseball bat over my shoulder. I saw him get scared almost instantly his eye twitching slightly.
"Okay..."was his only replie.
"Whatever..Im Alfred." I didn't know why I introduced myself I would never see him again that's what usually happens when I talk to them if only that would work on my brother's...
"Hey, that's my name too, cool." He said interrupting my thinking. I put my best unamused face on.
"...Did you say you just came back from England?"
"Yeah. It was boring there. You have no idea how much I missed America."
"I got some idea. My dad sent me there with my older brother. Then I was to live with my creeper uncle in France till i was eighteen..."
"Dude, That sucks.."
"Yeah whatever. I don't need fricking pity. I turned out fine after all the shit I have been threw." I said "Dude, Stop cussing." That almost got me to burst out laughing.
"And what are you going to do if I don't." I said smirking.
"Nothing, Id just like it if you stop cussing."
Man this guy is pretty fucking funny I have to admit. "I can do whatever the fuck I want~" I said backing him into a wall. Then he did something I never suspected. He punched me right in the face. This guy is getting on my nerves really fast.
"Shut up and stop cussing!" He yelled.
I grabbed my nose that now had blood coming out. "Your going to regret that you little punk." I said in a warning tone narrowing my eyes.
"Maybe you should've stopped swearing. I really hated punching you. I hate punching anyone." This guy has to be kidding I thought.
"Who are you to tell me what to do your not better then me so why should I listen to you!" I snapped grabbing him by his bomber jacket.
"Dude,dude! We don't have to result to violence! How about I leave and next time you see me you can hurt me!?"
"You know your in no position to bargain here I could do whatever I want to do and no one would know~"
Smirking evilly thinking of all the ways I can have him begging for mercy. But then he started crying...
"Seriously,dude please? I have only been back in America for a week, if dad sees that Ive got beaten up I'll be back to England in a second. Please, let me go." He pleaded. I thought about it "hmmm I will if we make a deal." Still shaken he asked.
"A...Deal?"
"Yeah. I like you for the most part... you need to learn to keep your mouth shut. The deal is you come back here everyday. You decline I beat you up for shit's and giggles then you will have to move back to England with a busted face." I said nonchalantly. "You agree you stay in America and I won't pound your face in. Deal..?" I expected him to choose the first option. Most people would take me busting there face in instead of talking to me.
"Deal..." he agreed.
I smirked inside keeping my irritated face on the outside. This ought to be fun i thought.