Hey guys! I forgot to say that the story title was based off of a song from a band that I like, can you guess which band it is? Winner gets a gold star!
Devin knew that Dude would absolutely not appreciate what she was about to do, but quite frankly at the moment she just didn't care. Her life was being uprooted in front of her eyes, and Devin would do as she damn well pleased until she decided otherwise. Right now all Devin wanted to do was see her idiot of a boyfriend, Jared. But he was her idiot so she forgave him; for the most part, but that Ford is just absolutely unacceptable. Now Jared is the kind of guy you would think that would avoid Devin at all costs to uphold his reputation in school. In other words, Jared is a tall, and extremely attractive guy with a lean body, sun-kissed skin, baby blue eyes and beautiful blonde hair. Even Devin couldn't deny that Jared was a nice piece of eye candy, even though she personally preferred brunettes. Not that Devin had the room to be picky about her boys since she was such a 'freak', but that's just her opinion; not like that was worth much to anyone.
Devin ripped off both the hoodie and the tank from her torso and threw the bundle in her brown, cylindrical hamper next to the door. If Devin was gonna see her attractive boyfriend, she might as well at least put some effort in her appearance. She paraded around the room from dresser to closet back to her dresser trying to find the shirt she was looking for that she knew for a fact that she put away just a few days ago. A cry of success left her when she pulled the loose tank on, leaving her shorts on; they matched anyways. She glanced at her desk while she put on her worn out studded boots. She saw a wrist band Dude gave to her for her birthday a few years ago lying there, so she swiped it on her way past the wooden desk and clipped it on. She pat her shorts down until she felt the lump of her keys in her back pocket.
Devin glanced at herself in the mirror hanging on her wall and deemed herself presentable enough. It's not like she needed to wear Abercrombie or American Eagle to look good. Not that the girls at Devin's school agreed with her, no they had this extremely biased version of beauty, which is a twig figure with long straight hair and a fashionable taste from any name-brand store. It pissed Devin off so much! Just because a girl preferred to shop at a thrift shop doesn't mean that she didn't have a fashion sense. Plus none of that Abercrombie shit looked good on her anyways.
The wooden stairs creaked ever other step Devin took down the staircase, she didn't even know why they creaked so much. They weren't even that old and Devin sure as hell wasn't that heavy! She had the metabolism of an athlete although the only remotely athletic thing she has ever done in her entire life was gym class, so Devin was kept at a healthy 130 pounds for her 5'6" frame. Dude didn't even look up when she breezed past him on her way to the garage. Devin thought she was home free, but was caught with her hand on the doorknob. Damn it!
"You have your phone right?" Yes Dude, I'm not four. I can remember a small electrical device that fits in the palm of my hand, Devin thought irritably.
"Yes, it's in the car," she gritted out through clenched teeth. Devin knew that Dude was only looking out for her like any guardian should, but she wasn't in any mood to listen to just anybody now. Especially not Dude.
"Okay, be back before it gets late okay," it wasn't an offer, it was a command; a loose command, but a command none the less.
"Yeah yeah, I will. I won't get murdered, or raped, or mugged or anything okay? Bye," Devin called over her shoulder before he could giver her the usual 'Try not to get raped' rant. Yeah that's Dude for you.
Her gorgeous 1998 alpine white, manual BMW 325xi sat waiting for her in the driveway instead of its usual place in her garage, but since that pile of bullshit was sitting there now, she had to move her baby to where she sat now. Her baby had truly been a steal, nothing like that goddamned Ford. She had gotten it off of her buddy who does transmission work for her customers, he had it hidden in his father's shed and didn't know what to do with it since none of his customers wanted nor needed a relatively new BMW. He wanted it off of his hands and rang her up telling her that he would sell it to her for $2,000. Devin had immediately dropped what she was doing and told him to hide that car for another hour until she got there. She inspected it, test drove it and fell in love. Oh god did she love her car. No more did she have to depend on Dude to take her everywhere, not that she didn't love Dude or anything.
Devin plopped down into the seat, shutting the door gently behind her. The sunlight glared brightly in her eyes, forcing Devin to squint and lighting up the dashboard with many little lights from the studded cross on her tank. She reached for the center console, where she knew she stashed her aviators, slipping them over her eyes so she could gain her sight back. Now that Devin could actually see, she made sure she was in neutral before pushing in the clutch and starting her baby. Driving was as easy as breathing to Devin now, she just knew this was what she was meant to do in her life. Most people didn't know what the fuck they wanted to do until they had to choose a major in college, but Devin knew since she was little that she wanted to be a mechanic. She never played with horses and Barbie dolls, she thought they were way too girly for her. Playing with race cars and wrestling in the mud appealed to her much more; even though she didn't look like it, Devin was a true tomboy at heart. Hanging with the boys came so naturally to her that she often questioned whether she was supposed to be a male. Well she supposed it didn't matter either way.
"Oh looks like I'm here," Devin laughed as she pulled into Jared's driveway. His house was truly beautiful, Devin knew it had been built in the early 1900's and that was about it. She pulled up beside his father's white 1986 Grand Marquis Mercury. To say that this car was beautifully restored and kept is the understatement of the year. Everything was in mint condition, it was like the car came out of the factory line yesterday. Devin lost count how many times she's haggled Jared's dad to let her buy this off of him, but every time she asked it was always the same answer. 'I'll give you this when I've keeled over Dev.' It was their little routine ever since Jared brought her to meet his parents all those months ago. Wow... nearly an entire year has gone by with Jared at her side. Fuck that's a long time to be with someone... well at least for Devin it was. Jared was her first serious boyfriend and it took a lot of trust from Devin to let him into her life.
After Devin pulled on the parking brake, she opened the door and tucked her keys into her pocket. She glanced over her outfit one last time before knocking on the door. She waited a few minutes before knocking harder on the wooden door. Still no one came to answer the door. Someone had to be home since the Grand Marquis is still here. By the fifth time she's knocked Devin had grown exasperated with waiting and reached into the fake plant next to the door, where they hid their house keys. Devin thought it was a pretty obvious place to hide them besides under the welcome mat, but hey it's not her house.
The lock had the tendency to stick, so after a couple of minutes of jiggling the knob and throwing her shoulder on the door Devin finally fell into the front hallway with a rather loud thud. She rubbed her aching shoulder grumbling as she crossly threw the keys back into the plant. Her search of the first floor ended up fruitless, so Devin went up to the first door on the left up on the second floor, Jared's room. Now Devin expected him to be fiddling with his laptop, or texting on of his friends, or even playing with his old Rubik's Cube out of sheer boredom, but no... that's not what she saw at all. What she saw made her eyes widen in shock, her pupils narrow in anger, and her nostrils flare in rage.
Jared was lounging on his bed with the most known slut in the school riding him.