What bad boys do to good girls
"Si man?" Asked a chestnut haired Quidditch star, an odd expression on his finely chiseled face.
"Pro J?" The other male in the locker room threw back, his long sleek pony tail spreading over his back as he bent down to grab his dragon hide school combat boots. His fingers weaving the laces before turning to notice his friend's facial gestures. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Didn't you get laid by Amy last night?" he looked curiously into James girl captivating brown eyes. James pushed his chin out and snorted.
"Yeah, what do you think I've been doing all week?" he shook his head, "You can be so dune headed." He said pulling a muggle white T-shirt over his manly chest, rippling his muscles in the process.
"Dude, there's no ass in here. You don't have to show off your knight in shining armor moves." Sirius rolled his head annoyed with how he mastered the chick magnet move he invented. His stormy gray eyes hencing him the dreamy muarder. Not something for a fellow brag about, he would of rather of taken the complete bad ass of the group, what the meat had taken in calling Prongs. The lucky bastard, he didn't know when he had it good. Even the mild stunt he pulled with the greasy Snape didn't knock him into the category. Those bitches never knew the whole story, he grinned. But they did know of his legendary bed skills. Even Slytherin ass wanted a piece of him, and hell, how could he deny them? Wild cats.
"What do you think of Lily?" his friend asked, shaking his hair from under the shirt, folding the sleeves to show off his radical tattoos.
"Lily who?" Sirius raised his eyebrow questioningly, pulling on a T-shirt over his similar tattoos.
James rolled his head to the side as if to laugh. "Red head, green eyes…" he lead in widening his eyes in an obvious gesture waiting for his friend to catch on.
"Oh… your talking about the hot book worm with the nice ass?" he asked grinning. "You're going to throw away a chest that Amy has for miss perfect?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Amy's loaded, I thought you would give her at least another couple days."
"Si Man, I've dated her for a week. That bitch can never shut up, she's driving me crazy." Prongs said slipping on some jell, adding more volume to his mess of hair.
"You have a point. Why do chicks talk anyways? They're only good for screaming your name at night. Hell if they didn't, I would personally rip out every vocal cord myself!"
"Hear, hear." Prongs grinned agreeing, shutting his locker.
"So how are you going to snag this one? Miss goody two shoes is always on the watch for anyone evading her personal space, remember the time I went to snog her last year and she punched my... err. Honestly, you know she wanted to." Sirius shook his head, while shutting his locker.
"I was going to try the 'deep down I really am a sensitive guy' thing." Prongs tried as Sirius and he head for the door.
"Ha! You sensitive, that don't mix." He threw his book bag effortlessly over his shoulder.
"I know, but the Prongs schedule has her listed next." He admitted sheepishly.
"So when are you going to break up with Amy?" Sirius asked.
"Tonight, why?" Prongs asked curious.
"Dude, distressed loaded chick, Peter wouldn't even let that ass get away." Sirius grinned.
*~*~*~*~*Author's note:
Yeah, I know about the controversial crap, so if your pissed, don't think I know. I have a milder fanfiction called Daisies if you're into that stuff.
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