"¿ Cuántas personas le hacen piensa están allí que comenzado fechando porque ellos fueron demasiado perezosos suicidarse?"
"How many people do you think are out there that started dating because they were too lazy to commit suicide?"
He reached his truck and hopped in. Dane and Forest were already sitting in the vehicle.
"What took so long?" Forest asked.
"Don't worry about it," Psymon replied with a grin.
Later that night Psymon had walked up to Alyssa's room and knocked on the door. She opened the door stepping out into the hallway and asked, "What?"
"I'm sorry," he said.
This took her by surprise. He looked her in the eye and continued, "Monty told me about you and him. And it wasn't exactly… pleasant. It really hit me and I realized that we're fighting and loosing a bond over stupid shit. I don't know… I'm just sorry."
She wiped a tear from her eye and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Me too," she told him. He hugged her back. He thought he would kick himself for this because he would be giving in but it was just the opposite. He felt better knowing he wasn't hated anymore.
She looked up to him, "And I'm sorry I told mom you smoke."
"You what?!"
"I was mad and upset and- I'm sorry!" she was almost pleading with him not to hurt her. She remembered hearing what triggered his episode in the hospital and wasn't about to experience it first hand.
He let go and lacing his fingers atop his head. He started pacing back and forth. "How did you even know?"
"I saw you smoking after school but it's ok Psymon, mom wasn't mad! I don't know if she told dad yet or not but… she's not mad."
He stopped and looked at her. "Ok… I'll just wait for her to come to me about it," he almost said to himself more so.
Alyssa smiled and shook her head yes. He started mumbling to himself walking away to his room.
He pulled of his hat locking his door. He opened the window stepping out onto the roof and sitting down crossed legged. He lit a cigarette and relaxed to the music of the night.
The next morning found Alyssa banging on the bathroom door for Psymon to get out.
"What are you masturbating in there? Let's go!" she yelled.
"Yes, go away," he yelled back.
"Ew!" she squeaked heading downstairs. He was in fact just getting out of the shower and drying his hair.
"Mom!" Alyssa yelled stepping into the kitchen arms crossed with a towel, "Psymon's jerking off in the bathroom tell him he can do that in his room!"
Denise sighed, the arguing never ended. 'I now know why some animals eat their offspring,' she thought to herself. "I'll take care of it," Tom said.
He walked upstairs and knocked on the door, "Psymon."
Psymon flung the door open, "Can I shower without people bitching? Shit…" he said walking away clad in boxers back to his room. Tom sighed in a 'I-give-up' way and headed back downstairs. But then again this was normal morning for the Combs.
Later in the day, Psymon was found in gym with Dane sitting in their squads. Psymon now loved this class because it turns out Elise was in here too. So was Farah which got Dane excited. The two were poking fun a Dave, the kid who wore spandex shorts. "Does it tingle when you get spanked?" Dane asked.
"You guys are stupid, a lot of people wear spandex," Dave said.
"Yea, Dave, I would've wore mine but, I remembered I'm not gay," Psymon told him.
Dave flipped them off and turned around pushing his glasses up. Then the beast walked in, Mrs. G. She was tall and manly with broad shoulders and what looked like a mustache. She had a beat up volley ball under one arm walking in front of the small crowd.
"If you wanna pass this class you better listen to what your told. Follow directions and pay attention. Now get up, time for warm ups," she directed.
"Man-bear-pig," Psymon coughed out.
He could see Elise snigger from the corner of his eye. And of course Dane had to chime in coughing, "Mrs. G has a wiener."
"Go!" she yelled at them. The class took three laps around the gym while Psymon and Dane had to do three more. Every time they passed by the front of the class where she instructing stretching moves, the class heard 'Man-bear-pig,' or 'porn-stache'.
They had finally began playing. Boys vs. girls, two on two. Psymon wanted to play Elise but it didn't look like that was happening. He was hoping fate would have her and Farah over to their court.
Getting back to the game; Psymon was rather enjoying it considering he could finally spike the ball seeing how he had gotten taller. Dane would set it and he would spike it, they were taking names and kicking ass.
It turns out fate was good to Psymon today as Elise and Farah came over to their court.
"Hello boys," Farah greeted.
"Hello gypsy," Psymon said in a 'Borat' tone.
"Ready to get your butts kicked?" Elise asked.
"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer," Dane said throwing the ball over the net.
"We'll serve first," Farah said catching the ball and walking back to the red line. The boys didn't really care they didn't volley for serve. Farah served it but Psymon instantly jumped up spiking it down.
"That's not fair, we're not as tall as you," Elise laughed.
Dane walked up to the net, "Well life sucks. But you can try again, there's a fifty-fifty chance you might get us."
"But there's a ninety percent chance you won't," Psymon said as Farah tossed him the ball. They continued playing; the boys were winning.
Mrs. G AKA man-bear-pig, came to their court, "Your not really doing it right. The game is like a stage-"
Psymon raised his hand. "What?" she asked.
"Can I operate the trap door… and can you stand over it."
"Take a lap Mr. intellectual!"
"An intellectual is someone who has found something more interesting than sex," he said starting to jog away. Dane crossed his arms saying, "And he hasn't found anything more interesting yet."
In shop Psymon was busy changing brake pads on a Chevy pick up. He cursed at his baggy jeans as they were ripped at the bottom and he kept stepping on them. Dane was trying to replace all of the fuel injectors in a Honda but was getting frustrated.
"Don't go fighting a Honda now," Psymon said pulling the new brake pad from the packaging.
"Why can all fights be food fights?" Dane asked him leaning into the engine bay of the car.
"Well every fight is food fight if you're a cannibal."
"I guess so," Dane said standing up and looking out the bay door, "I hope Elise is a cannibal."
Psymon looked where he was and saw Monty fighting with Elise. They were arguing kind of loud. It apparently got Mr. Cox's attention as he came out of his office. "Hey!" he yelled over to them.
"Shut up sucks Cox," Monty said.
Mr. Cox went back into his office and grabbed a write up slip and started jotting on it. Monty kept yelling but neither of the boys could hear what he was saying. Elise stormed out and soon enough Monty was sent to the office for insubordination.
The bell rang signaling the end of third block and the start of fourth. Psymon took the chance to step outside for a cigarette. Mr. Cox didn't mind it as long as no administrators were around.
Elise had come back into auto shop walking up to Dane. "Hey Dane, have you seen Psymon?" she asked.
"Yea he's outside over there," he told her pointing to the side he was on.
She walked out there and spotted him sitting on a crate with his elbows resting on his knees. He took a drag then spit.
"Ew," she said laughing.
He sat back leaning against the wall, "Well I wouldn't have spit if you weren't trying to sneak up on me."
She walked up beside him leaning against the brick wall. "Well this is from the nurse," she said handing him a thick piece of paper. Elise was in Health Occupations shop and worked in the nurses office instead of shop sometimes.
He grabbed it reading it over, it was a physical form. "Oh, thanks I guess. I thought you came here for something else."
"I did," she fiddled with the hem of her tight red shirt, "I wanted take you up on that offer you made yesterday."
He put out his cigarette and stood up. "Cool. How about tonight, it is Friday after all."
She smiled benevolently, "Sure, what time?"
"I'll pick you up around seven. Trust me we're gunna have fun tonight."
She got closer and hugged him. He almost went into cardio arrest feeling her this close to him. 'be calm….slurpie, slurpie, slurpie, slurpie….' He thought to himself as she pulled away and walking back inside.