Punk
The second time my perv told me no was down at First Beach. I was messing with my friends around a fire pit, making up dance moves and doing back flips with Seth, when I saw James heading back along the beach with a towel around his shoulders.
I shouted for him to stop, but I don't think he heard me. By the time I caught up with him, he was sitting in his truck with his head resting on his steering wheel. He must have been real tired.
When I banged on the glass, then did some jumpy claps, he almost smiled again.
I mimed going out on a date – eating, drinking, getting spanked up against the truck – but he just shook his head.
Sucking my finger really slowly, then drawing a spit love-heart on his windshield didn't change his answer. He shook his head again, then drove away while I wondered what I was doing wrong.