First Impressions Can Be Deceiving
We left and got into Ace's car. I sat up front with Ace and Eyeball. We drove around for a little while, but we finally wound up at the same place we were the night before. It looked different during the day, worse I think. Places and people usually look better in the dark. It hides their flaws.
Around 4 I asked Ace if he wanted to take me home. I told him I had a headache, which was a lie. I just didn't feel like being there anymore. The guys were getting annoying and I didn't feel like listening to them argue over who had the fastest car or whatever it was they were arguing about.
"Are you leaving," Eyeball asked me?
"Yeah. I don't feel so good," I told him.
"Alright, well I'll stop over later to check up on you."
"Okay." I gave him a kiss on the check and got into Ace's car.
Ace didn't talk much on the way to my house. Occasionally he would glance at me and I really just wanted to get out of the fucking car. The way he looked at me made me uncomfortable.
"Thanks for the ride," I said as we stopped in front of my house.
"Anytime," he said and put his hand on my thigh.
"See ya," I said. I tried to get out of the car, but he grabbed my arm.
"Ace, let go of my arm," I told him firmly.
"Do you really like Eyeball," he asked?
"What kind of question is that," I asked him getting angrier by the second?
"It's a simple question," he said matter of factly.
"Well I'm not answering it. Now let go of my arm."
"I don't think so. Your way too hot to be going out with a guy like Eyeball."
"First of all I'm not going out with Eyeball. Second of all what is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh come on. I've seen you looking at me." He pulled me towards him and pushed me down on the seat.
"I have not been looking at you. Now get the fuck off of me," I screamed!
"Come on. You know you want it," he said pinning me down.
I struggled but he was just too strong. I stopped kicking and scratching, because I had an idea.
"See," he murmured into my ear, "I knew you wanted me."
"Your right," I said. Just saying those words made me want to throw up. I let Ace kiss me and put his hands all over me. While we were in a deep kiss I felt under the seat for the gun I hoped was there. I saw him put it there the first day I met him. I found it and pulled away pointing the gun at him.
"Go head Ace. Try something. I fucking dare you."
"You wouldn't," he said confidently, even though there was something in his eyes that couldn't be anything but fear.
"Yes. I would. Don't believe me? Try me," I said placing my finger on the trigger.
"Just put the gun down. Come on. We can just forget this ever happened. What'd you say?"
By this time we were both sitting up. "Why don't you go home and fuck your mother some more," I said quoting Chris. That had always been one of my favorite lines.
"What did you say," he asked?
"I said why don't you go home and fuck your mother some more," annunciating every syllable. "Doesn't that sound familiar? What's it called when you feel like you've done this before? Oh yeah. Déjà vu."
He just stared at me, in disbelief. I knew what I said struck a nerve. Mostly because it was the second.no third time someone had told him to go fuck his mother.
"How does it feel Ace? This isn't the first time a gun has been pointed at you. So how does it feel? Tell me. I want to know."
He was totally confused. He knew that I knew about the time with Gordie and Chris. The question was how did I know.
"Don't want to tell me? That's okay. I understand," I patted him on the back, and whispered into his ear, "Your not fucking worth it, you cheap dime store hood."
I got out of the car as fast as I could and ran into the house. I looked out the window and made sure he was gone. Then I ran into the bathroom and puked my brains out.
We left and got into Ace's car. I sat up front with Ace and Eyeball. We drove around for a little while, but we finally wound up at the same place we were the night before. It looked different during the day, worse I think. Places and people usually look better in the dark. It hides their flaws.
Around 4 I asked Ace if he wanted to take me home. I told him I had a headache, which was a lie. I just didn't feel like being there anymore. The guys were getting annoying and I didn't feel like listening to them argue over who had the fastest car or whatever it was they were arguing about.
"Are you leaving," Eyeball asked me?
"Yeah. I don't feel so good," I told him.
"Alright, well I'll stop over later to check up on you."
"Okay." I gave him a kiss on the check and got into Ace's car.
Ace didn't talk much on the way to my house. Occasionally he would glance at me and I really just wanted to get out of the fucking car. The way he looked at me made me uncomfortable.
"Thanks for the ride," I said as we stopped in front of my house.
"Anytime," he said and put his hand on my thigh.
"See ya," I said. I tried to get out of the car, but he grabbed my arm.
"Ace, let go of my arm," I told him firmly.
"Do you really like Eyeball," he asked?
"What kind of question is that," I asked him getting angrier by the second?
"It's a simple question," he said matter of factly.
"Well I'm not answering it. Now let go of my arm."
"I don't think so. Your way too hot to be going out with a guy like Eyeball."
"First of all I'm not going out with Eyeball. Second of all what is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh come on. I've seen you looking at me." He pulled me towards him and pushed me down on the seat.
"I have not been looking at you. Now get the fuck off of me," I screamed!
"Come on. You know you want it," he said pinning me down.
I struggled but he was just too strong. I stopped kicking and scratching, because I had an idea.
"See," he murmured into my ear, "I knew you wanted me."
"Your right," I said. Just saying those words made me want to throw up. I let Ace kiss me and put his hands all over me. While we were in a deep kiss I felt under the seat for the gun I hoped was there. I saw him put it there the first day I met him. I found it and pulled away pointing the gun at him.
"Go head Ace. Try something. I fucking dare you."
"You wouldn't," he said confidently, even though there was something in his eyes that couldn't be anything but fear.
"Yes. I would. Don't believe me? Try me," I said placing my finger on the trigger.
"Just put the gun down. Come on. We can just forget this ever happened. What'd you say?"
By this time we were both sitting up. "Why don't you go home and fuck your mother some more," I said quoting Chris. That had always been one of my favorite lines.
"What did you say," he asked?
"I said why don't you go home and fuck your mother some more," annunciating every syllable. "Doesn't that sound familiar? What's it called when you feel like you've done this before? Oh yeah. Déjà vu."
He just stared at me, in disbelief. I knew what I said struck a nerve. Mostly because it was the second.no third time someone had told him to go fuck his mother.
"How does it feel Ace? This isn't the first time a gun has been pointed at you. So how does it feel? Tell me. I want to know."
He was totally confused. He knew that I knew about the time with Gordie and Chris. The question was how did I know.
"Don't want to tell me? That's okay. I understand," I patted him on the back, and whispered into his ear, "Your not fucking worth it, you cheap dime store hood."
I got out of the car as fast as I could and ran into the house. I looked out the window and made sure he was gone. Then I ran into the bathroom and puked my brains out.