Drabble Nine : Make it Snappy

Mandy takes Civics with Ian. I think she doesn't know he's a raging faggot. Rightly so, being as Ian doesn't want out of the closet just yet. Not anymore than I do. Even the white house says it's okay to take it up the ass, but in this neighborhood, people see things a little differently. In most neighborhoods I've lived in, that has been the case. I can hold my own in a fight, but not when a handful of homophobes with baseball bats come into question. And I like my kneecaps. So does Ian. He's almost as good at hiding it as I am. But with Ian, I can see his need to throw his hands up and admit his preference out of a blow horn. Not because he wants to get his ass handed to him, but because he is fed up with stifling himself for the sake of some biggot's peace of mind And don't get me wrong, I agree with Ian. But that doesn't change where I come from. Doesn't change my own personal circumstance.

So Mandy has the hots for my fuck buddy and Ian seems blatantly oblivious. This all started after Lip screwed around with the blonde chick one street down and pissed Mandy off. My sister is blood thirsty for revenge. I guess she thinks sleeping with Lip's brother will make him jealous.

They are studying together on my sofa when I come home from my visit with Reba. My check in. Bitch wants to make sure I'm staying on track. No drugs. No alcohol. No stealing. No fights. I've failed at everything but she's clueless to the fact. Even gave me a fun-sized snickers as my reward. My own personal Scooby Snack.

Walking into the living room, I'm careful not to give away my annoyance. Mandy's bare legs draped over Ian's knees while he reads over notes from their class. She's twirling her gum and leering at him just when she notices me. Mandy rolls her eyes and says, "Thought you were out for the day, assface?"

Pulling off my t-shirt and straightening out the tank top I have on underneath, I go, "What are two you douchebags doing?" Just going to ignore her question and act natural. So I throw my two week dirty shirt on her face.

Mandy screams and throws it in the floor, livid. "God," she starts in, "you're such a pig!"

Laughing, I pick it back up on my way into my room. I didn't miss the amused smirk on Ian's face. And not ten minutes later I hear clanging in the kitchen, Mandy barking about pizza bagels, and footsteps edging to my closed door.

Ian and I, we have this quickie thing down pacted. Snap on a condom, lube up, fuck fast, and he's out of my room. Hair askew, face flushed, and droopy eyed. Ian always looks sleepy and drunk after he's on me. Me, I'm quick to recover. You'd never know I was just taking one for the team.

Mandy isn't at all suspicious when I saunter out and plop down beside them.