"Fine! Then I'm fucking outta here." Bam shouted relieved and slammed the door of his house forcefully.
He grabbed a casual baseball bat that was lying in the front yard and smashed the front window of Missy's car.
"Bam, what the hell?" Missy roared as the front door opened.
He raised the bat once more and twitched the car's side can.
"Bam stop it you idiot!!!" Missy screamed, but he wasn't listening. All he wanted to do was to release his anger.
He cracked another window of the car and cursed, yelling to himself, totally ignores her.
"Son of a…" she murmured and closed the door.
Bam's mother, April, hurried down stairs to meet furious Missy. "What the hell is this noise?" April's eyes widened.
"It's Bam, we had a huge fight, and he's trashing my car." Missy said, taking a deep breath in. April didn't know what to say, she knew Bam's insanity too good and there was nothing that could stop him right now.
"How am I supposed to go to work tomorrow morning with a smashed car? The insurance wouldn't pay for this one." Missy said hopelessly.
April patted her shoulder as she started to weep quietly. Both of them didn't want to see what the car would look like as long as he finishes with it. The sounds of war outside calmed down a minute later, and a single scream of Bam was heard.
When April headed outside a moment later, Bam's black hummer was already driving farther full gas.
April sighed and closed the door, all she's left to do was to try and comfort Missy.
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The hummer parked in a small center in West Chester. Bam walked out of the jeep with his bodyguard and headed into a small music store.
Next to the counter were standing two young girls. He took a glance at them and assumed they're like 17 or 18 years old. He headed to the counter and stood to their left.
Bam stood infront of the seller and asked about the latest albums in the store. Music was always something that could chill him out when he was furious, it was one of the greatest escapes that he had, all by himself, except from skating.
The seller pointed at the girls. "Behind these girls there's a stand, there you can find the latest shipment I got. It came this morning actually...you can…"
When Bam took his sunglasses off, the seller was overwhelmed, he stood silent.
"Bam Margera! Hey man can you give me an autograph? For my little brother, he's crazy about Jackass!" the seller said enthusiastically.
Bam smiled apathetically and agreed. "Thanks man!" the seller said and handed him a piece of paper and a pen.
Bam signed and nodded to the happy seller and then passed the girls.
"Excuse me ladies." He said politely as he passed them, touching the back of one of them slightly and then stepping forward.
The girl he touched was wearing a disgustful look on her face. "Urgh, look at him. Who does he think he is?" she mumbled.
Her friend just stared at his back shamefully.
He stood infront of the stand, half listening to what they were saying.
"He's Bam Margera! From…Jackass, you know…" her friend explained to her.
"What? You mean those dumb guys who do nothing but trashing stuff and abusing each other?" the embittered girl answered.
"He had a few shows on MTV, all very funny." Her friend admitted.
"I can't believe you were actually watching this crap." Her friend sounded disappointed.
The girls headed to the counter and gave the seller the CD's they picked.
"Hey Emily, he looks pretty angry." Her friend whispered to her after she turned to check on Bam's expression.
Emily just rolled her eyes.
"Do you think he might have heard us?" her friend asked quietly, concerned.
"Why would he care even if he was hearing us?" Emily said quietly but firmly. "He's gonna drive away in his Limo back to his beautiful mansion and find something that has to cost at least 100,000 dollars to trash just for fun." Emily said scornfully.
Her friend smelled a good sharp smell of manly perfume. She turned slowly, Emily turned as well to find Bam banding over her shoulder.
His blue eyes stared into her blackened ones.
"It's a hummer jeep, not a Limo." Bam smirked.
He took a bill out of his pocket and handed it to the seller along with a CD he picked.
"Veins of Jenna" Emily's friend noticed before the seller put the CD to a plastic bag and handed it to Bam.
"It's just a show, you're not supposed to be that bitter because of it." He said to Emily, staring deep into her eyes.
"I'm not bitter." She became irritated.
"It's just a fun show, entertaining, it's not supposed to be educational and all that shit." He said with a huge smile of victory on his face, seeing her expression changing.
"Then maybe that's exactly its problem!" she answered back, raising her pug nose, her silky smooth cheeks turning a little reddish.
"This show has no problem! You are the one with a problem young lady." He answered playfully, trying to hide his smile and fighting back a laugh that threatened to burst out.
"I'll be waiting outside Joanna." Emily gave her a piercing look and stepped towards the exit, Bam followed her, still not giving up.
His body guard went back into the car, Bam and Emily were standing in the sun. She furrowed as the sun same into her eyes, the sunrays made it difficult for her to keep an eye contact with Bam.
He was taller than her, maybe 20 centimeters taller.
He stepped even closer as he noticed she was dazzled, now his head and shoulders were veiling the burning sun.
"I think you're a very sad person." He said, mocking in his tune.
"I'm sad? No, no, no, I'm not the one who's running around all day infront of the camera lightening a firework from someone's rectum!" Emily raised her voice, she couldn't believe he made her annoyed that easily. She was usually a very peaceful person.
"So you did watch my movie." He crossed his hands on his chest, satisfied.
A huge smile was spreading on his face as her expression went darker and angrier.
"What are you smiling at?" she grumbled.
"I bet you loved it. You loved the movie! You were laughing your ass off infront of the TV and now you're denying it, because you are a fucking sanctified." His words came out confidently.
Emily's jaw dropped and she became reddish again.
"First of all, I watched just that stupid firework part. Second, let's leave my ass out of it, and third, you have no right to call me a sanctified, you don't know anything about me!" Emily answered insulted.
"You don't know anything about me neither!" Bam continued to argue.
"Well I've seen enough of your stupid show, and thanks to this meeting – I've heard enough from you too!" she yelled.
"Am I that annoying?" he asked and then laughed hard, his cheeks becomes red as he bents over a little. The sun came to her face at once, she closed her eyes and set on the pavement, opening them again now that the sun cannot dazzle her.
Bam sat next to her, still with the plastic bag in his hand.
"What do you want anyway? Go away." She said, bitterly, again.
His bodyguard twittered from inside his hummer.
"To figure you out, I've never seen such a sad person in my whole life, I mean…I bumped into some fucking bad critics for jackass…but you were fucking crucifying me out there." He pointed towards the shop.
"Go away. Your hummer is waiting." She said, looking on the beautiful shining new car.
Bam stood up slowly and then started to walk off, not hurrying so she might regret and call him back.
"And don't be fucking sorry for me, I need nobody's fucking sympathy." She roared.
He didn't even turn around, because this was the last thing he wanted to hear from her.
Still, the miserable look on her face didn't leave his mind even when he was inside his hummer, driving away to a different city in Pennsylvania. Those sad black eyes haunted him at night when he tried to get some sleep. Even though she had a fucked up attitude, for some reason…he liked this girl, and wished to see her again someday.
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This was chapter number one, tell me what do you think, please review if you want to see more!
