“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
My voice boomed throughout the small two bedroom apartment.
“Damn. What the fuck are you yelling for?” Jason asked me.
Sometimes I wondered about him. Does he act dense because he’s really not that bright? Or does he do it for the sole purpose of agitating me? If it’s the latter, he’s doing a damn good job of it.
“Mr. Thompson told me he called you because I put you down as a reference! Why the FUCK did you give me a bad evaluation?! What kind of insensitive asshole does that to his friends?!” I shouted.
Jason shook his head, showing a sarcastic smirk. “Dude, I don’t see why you’re bitching like a little girl. All I was doing was doing you a favor. I heard that place he was calling about sucked to be an intern at. You should be fucking on your knees and thanking me. I did this for…”
“FOR YOU! YOU DID THIS FOR YOU! You knew full fucking well if I got this internship then I would be needing my fucking car! Was it worth it, you stupid fucking dip shit?! Fucking up my career just so you can go fuck some random chick on campus?!” I snapped. I had tears forming in my eyes. Not from sadness. From rage and anger.
“Dude, your just jealous 'cause I get some hot snatch every night and you’re probably still a virgin,” Jason said as he walked over to the kitchen table.
I was going through a dry spell, so I kind of did feel like a virgin. But yet I felt the attack from Jason’s words. I did nothing but stand there, staring at him. My room mate. My so-called friend. The guy who would use his friends as stepping stones just to get what he wants, not caring one bit about the ramifications of his actions.
I knew where he was going, too. Though he says he’s going to class, he really goes out to hang out with his loser friends and drink or get high, or he goes to fuck a girl that he meets on campus. Yeah, that’s about the only time he goes to college nowadays. To look for snatch. Of course he has no car, so he uses mine. And like an idiot, I let him.
I wanted to stop him. I wanted to run over to him and tackle him on the ground. Check that. I wanted to run up to him and punch him right in the back of the head. But my legs were paralyzed with rage. All I could do was stand there, clinching my fists, staring him down, like a vulture gazing at its prey from the top of a tree.
I know what you’re thinking. Why don’t you just drop his ass? Well, his name is on the lease on the apartment, so that wont be very easy. He ALWAYS finds a way to pay rent on time. I don’t know how, but he does. Check that. Nine times out of ten, he gets his beautiful girlfriend Leilani to pay it for him.
So why don’t I just kick the shit out of him? Well even though I grew up in Los Angeles, California, and I learned how to fight on the streets (and by that I mean getting jumped on a daily basis on my way to school for no apparent reason, I had to quickly learn how to defend myself. Yeah, that’s Los Angeles for ya.), He’s built like a football player. Me, I’ve got muscle tone, but I’m not ripped. In other words, it would be like a high school baseball player trying to pick a fight with a professional wrestler.
I was right. Jason walked over to the table and grabbed my keys. “Going to class,” he said. Then he left. Didn’t have a backpack or a laptop swung over his shoulder. He left wearing a tank top, some warm up track pants, sneakers, and that gold chain he always wears around his neck.
I ran over and punched the wall as hard as I could, letting out all my frustrations…then quickly went to the refrigerator to wrap my hand in ice. Not smart, I know.
I laid out on the couch. My career goal came to a screeching halt. I had to rethink everything. Who knows what kind of consequences this was going to have on me, thanks to that jackass. I knew one thing I had to do…I had to remove his name from my reference list post haste! However, that was at the back of my mind.
Revenge. I wanted revenge. I wanted to get that fucker back for what he did to me. I laid on the couch and closed my eyes. I was still angry. Every time I saw Jason’s face, I wanted to punch it as hard as I could. If he had a car, I’d slash his damn tires. I’d key it. But he didn’t. I’d destroy his stuff, but that would go on and ignite a fight. I’m not ready for that. I’m sure there will be a time and a place, but that time isn’t now. And anyway he would just get Leilani or some other female to replace whatever I broke. So that’s it? I’m at a stalemate? That thought alone was enough to piss me off even further.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I was hoping it was him, so that I could give him another earful of me shouting my anger out. But it wasn’t. Why would he knock on the door? He has my keys. Maybe his stupid ass locked the keys in the car for the fifth time?
I got up and walked over to the door. The neighbors. They heard me yelling and decided to be nosey and see what’s going on and play like they’re concerned. As I opened the door, it turned out to be the beautiful Leilani.
She stood there and smiled. She’s 5’6 (without heels) and wore a short teal colored dress with a black jacket, and wore open toe sandals, showing off her beautiful French manicured toenails. She showed off her long, waxed, gorgeous legs. She had her hair done like she was going to a wedding, and she also had her make up done perfectly. Lips nice and voluptuous, like a sparkly pink, eye liner on just right, and she had her nails a French manicure that was not too long but not too short. Just the perfect length.
“Hi Andrew. Is Jason around?” she asked.
“No. The assmaster left not too long ago. Just missed him,” I said.
“Assmaster?” she laughed. “Did he say where he was going?”
“Class,” I answered.
“What? He doesn’t have any classes today,” Leilani said, confused.
“Well you might want to tell him that,” I said back.
“Oh my god, what happened this time? You aren’t your normal self.”
So I told her what her boyfriend did to me. how he sabotaged my internship just so he could keep me here and keep using my car. She shook her head in disbelief.
“Are you serious?” she said, shocked.
“I wish I was joking! That cluster fuck ruined everything I worked so hard for!” I snapped. Then I had to calm myself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just so pissed off right now.”
Leilani shook her head. “Let me talk to him.” She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and called him. I turned and went to my room and closed the door. All I wanted to do was lay down and forget what happened. I’m down, but not out. I’ll just have to start anew. I’ll go to the Career Center at school and just start all over. Again. After all, I was ahead of the others in my class. Maybe I can keep it that way.
Moments later I could hear shouting coming from the living room. Uh oh, I thought, Jackass Jason strikes again. I grabbed the remote control to my stereo and turned it on. I didn’t want it to seem like I was being nosey and listening in. Even though I’ve heard enough of their arguments to know what they were fighting about. “Why are you with another girl?! You have a girlfriend!” or “You didn’t tell me you were going there!” or “What happened to the money I gave you yesterday!?”. Things of that nature. I always sat back and wondered why assholes like Jason ALWAYS got girls as great as Leilani? They put in so much time for their boyfriends, go out of their way, bend over backwards for them… and the boyfriends treat them like shit. Yet good guys like myself would return the favor, and then some, but we always get shafted. It really pissed me off every time I think about that. (And to this day, it still does!)
I could hear yelling in Spanish. That’s how you knew Leilani was pissed. She speaks it, yes, but she never yells in Spanish unless she’s uber mad. And of course I’ve been there numerous times to know that. I turned the volume up a little more and tried to lose myself in my subconscious. I was almost there until I heard knocking on my door.
“Come in!” I called.
Leilani came inside, then slammed the door. She had tears in her eyes. The same tears of anger I had in my eyes not too long ago. She plopped down on my bed and waved her hands in a wild fanning motion in front of her face to keep the tears from making her eye liner run.
“Everything ok?” I asked.
“No!” she shouted. “Your right! He’s a fucking asshole! First he tried to lie and say he was in class, then he changed it up and said he was with Michael, but I know Michael is in class right now! I know he’s going to fuck some bitch! God! Why do I put up with him?! Everyone is right about him but I still do it!”
I shook my head as I sat down next to her. “WHY do you do it? Seriously. WHY do you put up with a guy like him? He’s cheated on you how many times? And he still does it!”
Leilani closed her eyes. “Because I love him. I know it sounds stupid but it's not easy to just up and leave someone you fall in love with.”
I rolled my eyes. There’s that word again. “I know they say ‘love is blind’, but in these situations, love needs lasic surgery. Maybe even some bifocals. There are so many other guys who can take care of you, yet you pick this prick.”
Leilani plopped down on my bed. “I know! Ugh!” she then quickly sat back up. She said couple sentences in Spanish. (Sorry, I don’t speak Spanish, so I have no idea what she said.) “You know what?” she said. “I’m going to hurt him. This fucker needs to know all the pain and heart ache he caused me!"
Suddenly a warm sensation surged through my body. Leilani and I were in the same boat! The time had come sooner than expected!
“I was thinking the same thing,” I said to her. As I stared at her body, on my bed, in an apartment by ourselves, there was only one thing I could think of that came to mind. I sat as close as I could to her. She looked at me with a “what are you doing” look on her face.
“Yes?” she said.
“Turnabout is fair play, you know? If you really want to hurt him, I’ve got the perfect idea.” I started rubbing her thigh, kind of squeezing it. “Anyone who would cheat on you is a damn idiot. He needs to pay. For what he did to me…” I moved in closer and pulled her hair to the side with my free hand, then kissed slowly up her neck to her ear lobe. “… and definitely for what he did to you,” I whispered in her ear.
Her body shivered from pleasure as I did this. She started to breath kind of hard. A smile appeared on her face.
“What did you want to do?” she asked.
Like she needed to ask. She knew where this was going. She just wanted to hear me say it. I put the tip of my nose on hers, then looked her in the eyes. “I want you. I always fantasize about you. Now I think its time for the fantasies to come true.”
“Yeah? You think about me, papi?” She said as she reached down and grabbed my dick.