07

‘You liked that didn’t you ?’ she whispered so low, that only he could hear her.

Lifting up the corners of his own lips, he nodded. What else could he say when a sexy chick was sitting on his lap, kissing the living daylights out of him.

‘Good,’ she said, sounding more than satisfied with herself. Gracefully, she lifted up off Justin’s lap and stood to leave, only to stop and turn back around so that she was facing him once again.

Leaning down, she pecked him on the cheek and laid her hand on his shoulder. ‘I’ll see you after practice stud.’

He chuckled. ‘Yes. Yes, ma’am you will,’ he answered her with his usual cockiness. ‘You most definitely, will be seeing me.

Justin got ready to step out of the shower after football practice and before he fully emerged, he stuck his head out and took a moment to glance around, making sure there were no unsuspecting girls hiding out ready to take off with his clothes again and snap unflattering pictures of him in the buff.

‘Coast is clear,’ John stated, standing by the wall next to the sink. He was leaning up against it lazily with his hands crossed over his chest.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Justin stepped out and grabbed the towel off the hook by the stall, wrapping it around his waist. He thought it was a damn shame a guy had to worry about whether or not he was going to have his clothes when he got out of the shower, but what could he do ?

‘What are you still doing hanging around here ?’ Justin asked going over to the counter where he had laid his shorts and tee shirt. Releasing the towel, he lifted it to his head and mussed it dry before dropping it to the floor and grabbing his boxer shorts.

‘I wanted to ask you a question,’ John commented, watching his friend carefully, making him feel damn near uncomfortable about the upcoming conversation.

Justin reached for his shorts and slipped them on too, avoiding all eye contact with hi. ‘What kind of question ?’ He asked him curiously.

‘The new girl. Chloe. Um…You don’t mind if I asked her out do you ?’

Justin froze with one leg in his shorts and one leg out, lifting his head up he met John’s studious gaze head on.

‘Seriously ?’

‘Yeah, she is hot,’ John stated casually. Justin couldn’t necessarily disagree with him there, but the chick had some major issues. He went back to putting on his shorts.

Standing up, Justin pulled his shirt over his head, before turning back to him and asking. ‘Since when do you ask for my permission to ask out a girl anyway ?”

John chuckled. “I see the way that you look at her,’ he said breezily and shrugged his shoulders. ‘And this little game the two of you have going on, I didn’t want to step on any toes.’

Justin could only laugh in response. That was preposterous. ‘Please, there is nothing and I mean nothing going on with us. Ask her all you want but if you want some advice,’ he told him poignantly, ‘You’re the crazy one to want to involve yourself with that chick. She is a class ‘A’ bitch.’

‘So says the Master player.’

Justin just stared at him, ‘What’s that supposed to mean ?’

John held up his hands in surrender. ‘Nothing, man. Nothing at all. So you’re cool if I ask her to go to Ivan’s party Friday night after the game ?’

He studied his friend for a minute, perplexed by the idea that he was even asking him for his permission. Finally, Justin just shook his head and slid on his tennis shoes. He was more than a little too eager to head to Cathy’s and let off a little steam of his own. ‘Nope,’ he replied, straightening up and reaching for his bag to leave.

Passing by him, Justin slapped him on the shoulder, ‘If you’re brave enough, go for it dude,’ he added, not bothering to hide his own amusement. ‘But it’s your funeral.’

Justin walked out of the shower room, and passed through the ghost like locker room. He was still slightly taken aback by the fact that John was even considering asking Chloe out. She was one of those piranha types and he could easily see her eating a guy whole if he wasn’t paying attention. But if John wanted to swim with the fishes, then let him, Justin thought. Just as long as he doesn’t come whining to him when she bites him in the ass.

He continued to walk out of the school and headed for the parking lot, thinking about how much his muscles ached and how he planned to get Cathy to kiss all of his boo boos, making them all better when he spotted his car. His baby. His thirty-fifth anniversary black Mustang GT convertible.

‘Oh my damn,’ he muttered, his eyes as big as extra large pizzas. And despite all of the soreness in his muscles, he took off at a dead sprint, stopping only when he reached his precious car. He could not believe what he was looking at.

On the front windshield, written in cherry red lipstick were the words Learn from your parent’s mistakes—USE BIRTH CONTROL.

But that’s not what got to him. What really sent him over the edge was when he opened the door to his car, out spilled hundreds of water filled condoms, simultaneously bursting when they hit the ground. He glanced over at the passenger seat and then to the back seat, only to see hundreds more of these water filled condoms. They were stuffed in the car from the floor board to the roof top.

He picked up one of the colored ones and in his own fit of frustration, squeezed it a little to hard, causing it to bust in his hand, and soaking himself with water.

‘Mr. Pinnix, you have some serious explaining to do.’

Closing his eyes and begging for a little patience that he knew he didn’t have, Justin sighed. Isn’t this convenient, he though sarcastically to himself.

Turning around he forced a smile on his face. There stood the Principal, Mr. Arnew, staring back at him with his stiff upper lip and looking none too happy. His eyes flitted to the ground where a pile of the water filled condoms lay and then back up to Justin’s hand, where he held the remnants of the busted condom.

Oh, she is going to pay for this one, Justin vowed, - she will most definitely pay.