"How was she?" Lonnie asked, nearly slobbering with excitement. "Man, I can't fuckin' believe you scored with Debbie. "
"Yeah," Raisin grinned. "What a slut. Wait'll everyone hears about this shit!"
"Fuck that bitch. " I grumbled, sinking in my seat. "She wouldn't give it up. "
"What?" They said in unison.
"But we heard you in there. " Raisin protested. "She was moanin' like a fuckin' freight train. "
I shook my head. "She's a good actress. " I told them. "All she let me do was feel her tits a little through her sweater. Every fuckin' time I tried to put my hand underneath it she'd slap it away. Fuckin' cock-tease. "
"You didn't fuck her?" Lonnie asked, crushed. "What were you doing in there all that time?"
"Just makin' out. " I said. "Believe me, I tried but that bitch is harder to get into than Fort Knox. "
They were looking at me in confusion. The rule of teenaged boys of course is that even if you didn't fuck them, you told people that you did. I could almost see the wheels of irrational logic turning in their heads. If I said that I hadn't fucked her when I could easily have claimed that I had, I therefore must not have even come close to fucking her. The thought that I might actually have bagged her and was keeping it secret was so foreign a concept to them that they were able to ignore the overwhelming evidence before them and draw the conclusion I wanted them to draw. They probably figured I was even lying about feeling her tits since some embellishment was mandatory.
"That's too fuckin' bad man. " Lonnie commiserated. "I really thought someone was gonna bag that bitch this time. "
"Nope. " I said. "The same old shit. Why do we even try?"
"Some day," Raisin vowed with all the dramatics of Scarlet O'Hara proclaiming she would never go hungry again. "That bitch is gonna give it up. "
"I doubt it. " I offered. "She's good at giving blue balls though. The cunt. "
They bid me a sad farewell as I exited the car and soon the Falcon was roaring down my street, belching huge clouds of black, stinking exhaust from its tailpipe. As they disappeared I sighed with the kind of satisfaction that only a man who has just gotten laid can display. I headed for the house thinking that being fifteen again was all right. I'd wished well.
I was appalled by what I found inside. When the door opened the sound of Van Halen cranked at top volume hit my ears. The smell of marijuana hit my nose. Tracy was sitting on the couch with Cindy and a football player from school that I recognized as Cindy's boyfriend, although I could not remember his name. Cindy and the football player were kissing each other in heated passion while Tracy was flipping through a teen magazine and pretending to ignore what was going on. A plastic bong sat on the coffee table next to a paper plate with pot in it. Pepsis and a bag of chips were sitting next to this. The bong still had tendrils of smoke curling out the top of it.
They didn't even hear me come in the house, the music was so loud. I remembered that Tracy had been busted for just such a thing during her senior year when my mother had come home from work unexpectedly and had walked in on just such a scene. God, my sister was a stupid teenager too.
I kicked the plug out of the stereo system, causing "Ain't Talkin' About Love" to wind down and die. The three people on the couch jerked almost painfully in alarm. Cindy and her boyfriend separated so fast that it looked as if they'd burned each other. Cindy's boyfriend made a grab for the pot on the table. They all stopped when they saw that it was only me. They relaxed a little.
"You scared the shit out of us!" Tracy yelled at me. "You little asshole! What the hell are you doing home now anyway?"
Cindy's boyfriend was giving me a hostile look, a look that made me wonder if another Richie type encounter was brewing.
"The same thing you are. " I told her mildly, kicking the door shut. "Cutting school and smoking weed. " I looked around the room, shaking my head sadly. "However, I'm a little smarter about the way I do it than you idiots are. "
They all gaped at me. It was an expression that I was starting to get used to. I was starting to think of it as THE LOOK.
I stared at Tracy. "What if I'd been Mom coming home from work a little early because she didn't feel good or something? That kind of shit can happen you know. Do you think Mom would call the house to let someone know she's coming home? Why would she do that? Nobody's supposed to be here. You got the music turned up so fuckin' loud you didn't even hear me open the door. The damn door wasn't even locked. You guys are a freakin' bust waiting to happen!"
Cindy and Tracy just stared at me in shock. Like I said, I had always been shy before and to them my personality would have appeared to have changed radically overnight. The old Billy would, upon interrupting their session, have simply blushed and muttered a brief apology before slinking out of the room. They did not know what to say or what to think about what I'd said. But the football player reacted as his personality instinctively commanded him to.
"What the fuck is it to you?" He asked me, glaring.
"Shut your ass ball boy. " I shot back at him. "You're in MY house and I wasn't talking to you. "
His face reddened with rage. He stood up suddenly. "What did you say to me you little pussy?"
"Jeff, leave him alone. " Cindy spoke, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him back down.
He shook her arm off angrily, "Say that again to me faggot. " He challenged. "I fuckin' dare you. "
"You fuckin' dare me?" I answered mildly. "Okay. " I nodded. "I told you to shut your ass. I then made a derisive remark aimed at your meager football skills. Did you hear me that time?"
"You're dead kid. " He said, starting to move towards me.
"Jeff!" Tracy spoke now. "Leave him alone!"
Jeff continued to head towards me. He was actually planning to beat me up in my own living room in front of my sister who had invited him in there. Christ why was everyone so violent? No wonder the human race fought so many wars. "Richie Fairview told me I was dead too. " I told him. "Right before the ambulance picked him up and took him to the hospital. Would you like to join him there asshole?"
He stopped. Apparently he'd heard that story. His eyes showed immediate doubt as he stared at me. I stared back.
"Go sit your ass down. " I told him. "Before you get hurt. "
He licked his lips nervously, sparing a glance at the two girls.
"I think you'd better do what he says Jeff. " Tracy told him. She was hiding a smirk as she said it. I suddenly realized that Tracy didn't like Cindy's boyfriend too much. Interesting. Was there hope for her yet?
"You're lucky they stopped me. " Jeff finally blurted. A pretty pathetic face-saving measure I'm sure even he would agree. He returned to the couch and sat down.
"Yeah, I guess I'm lucky. " I agreed, turning to Tracy. "If I was you I'd open up some windows in this house before Mom and Dad get home. The whole place reeks of pot. Do you guys do this sort of thing a lot?"
"No. " Tracy told me, obviously lying.
"Well it's amazing you haven't been busted yet. " I told her, casting my eyes on Cindy, who was looking at me as if in awe. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose fitting sweater. I'd forgotten how pretty her eyes were. They were a deep blue, the kind of eyes you could melt in. Currently of course, they were very reddened and only about half-staff and her honey-blonde hair was in disarray from Jeff's fingers. Her neck was marred by a red hickey; Jeff's territorial mark. I supposed it was better than peeing on her like a dog with a fire hydrant. I wondered about the possibilities of Cindy. Could I do it? It would be more challenging than Debbie had been.
I gave her a seductive smile and she blushed deeply. Jeff saw it and fumed at me but didn't make a move. Finally, without another word, I headed upstairs to my room, closing the door behind me.