Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 18 year old Russian male and this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments, suggestions, or would you just want to talk? Please be gentle. Email- demitiriK@yahoo.com. I don't bite =] Notes- I hope you enjoy this chapter of the story. And send feedback please. It makes me feel better about my stores =]
Well here we are still driving in this pouring rain. I had persuaded Jorge to drive faster so I could get home to my new teddy bear. I knew it must have felt lonely with me being away for so long. As we were riding I heard a loud rumbling from my stomach. Trying to cover the sounds I faked a little cough but my stomach kept rumbling. Jorge just looked at me and turned his face in confusion.
"You hungry Chrissy?'
"Yes."
"Well what do you want to eat?"
"I don't know, surprise me."
"McDonalds it is!"
"Holy crap that's pretty damn ghetto."
Little did he know I'm a huge Mickey D's lover. I would fight an old disabled person for the last chicken sandwich if I had to. We casually strolled into the empty fast food place and I jumped over the rails to the front counter. The young pale teenager standing across from me just froze and stared. He looked to be like 17 years old with shining green eyes popping from behind his hazel brown hair. Not bad. I'd definitely snatch him up, if I weren't in a relationship of course.
"Well are you going to ask what I want?" I questioned snapping him out of his trance.
"Oh sorry! Welcome to Mank Donalds how I order your take?"
"What?"
"Sorry I'm just nervous."
"Why?"
"Cause you're really good looking." The young cashier stammered nervously.
"Well kid get ready cause papa is hungry."
"Ok what do you want?"
"Two large fries, two chicken sandwiches, ten piece nuggests, an apple pie, ice tea, and a ceaser salad."
"So is that for you and your friend over there?"
"Nope just me. My boyfriend is't hungry I guess."
As he punched in my order and walked away I heard him mumble something under his breath. I felt like jumping over the counter and asking what he said but something told me he cursed because I was taken. I threw out the boyfriend line simply for his reaction. He came backed and handed me a big tray jampaced with good and a gentle smile.
"Well how much.... Jason?" I asked while squinting at his name tag.
"Its free. But only because I like you." He was still stammering quite hard.
"Aw thats so cute." I looked behind to see Jorge just sitting at the table in his own little world.
"Umm papi you not hungry?"
"I'll just eat some of your food."
"No the fuck you won't. Get your own shit."
"Fine then."
Wow.What was with the coldness in his voice. I watched Jorge place his order and surprisingly he had to pay for his food. I guess Jason really did like me. Jorge came back to the table and dug into his food like a mad man without even looking at me. Whenever I kicked his leg he would always just pick his head up and look around the restaurant avoiding eye contact with me. I reached my hand over to get some of his fries and he simply threw my hand away in disgust.
"I don't get it papi. Did I do something to you?"
"Not to me. To your new friend Jason."
"Oh you're so jealous!"
"I saw how you looked at him."
"I didn't know you could see my face while standing behind me. That is amazing!"
"Cut the sarcastic shit Chrissy and just leave me alone."
He picked up his food and tossed it into the trash. I sat quietly as he slowly walked back to the truck. I didn't feel sad or worried about anything though. Lik why should I? I didn't do anything wrong and it wasn't my fault Jorge is just jealous as hell because I got free food. I turned my head and saw Jason walking all macho like towards me.
"Don't do the macho man thing kid. Its not working for you.
"Oh sorry. Can I sit here?"
"Sure."
"So umm whats your name if you don't mind me asking?"
"Its okay. And I'm Chris."
"Well I'm sure you know my name by now." He let out a nervous chuckle.
"Jason why are you so scared? I'm not some two headed monster thats about to kill you. Or am I?" I said with a wink while biting my bottom lip.
"I see you're a tease to."
"Well yes I do like to teasing just a little bit."
"Thats cool. I liked to be teased." He said returning the wink.
I saw Jorge marching back towards the door with a face of range and anger.
"Kid run away. Run away fast and never look back."
"Why?"
"Angry boyfriend comming."
Jason wasted no time in running to the back of the kitchen away from danger. I simply crossed my legs and continued munching on chicken nuggets. Jorge busted through the door like a hurricane and stampeded in my direction.
"Where the fuck is that kid?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Jorge."
"Don't fucking play with me right now! You taking this shit for a joke where the fuck is he?!
"Why? He didn't do anything to you. Leave him alone."
"I'm right here." Jason proclaimed as if he was some Roman warrior. I told him to run away and never look back. See thats why we wouldn't be able to have a relationship he obviously doesn't listen. Jorge walked over to him and just stared into his eyes. Jason looked to be about my exact size with and extra ten pounds and maybe two inches more of height. Jorge would cream him in a matter of seconds. I jumped in between the two just to make sure nobody would get hurt.
"Ok Jorge go to the truck."
"Jason go get more another order of fries."
"Chris I don't know what you see in that big ass loser! He seems pretty jealous to me!"
"You want some of this bitch?"
I could tell Jorge was about to charge and I didn't have the strength to hold him off so I used the technique that would bring even the biggest of men to their knees in pain. I swung my leg and kicked him right in the balls. And like I said he fell to kis knees, clutching his crotch, to the floor. Jason walked to the back of the kitchen with a face of discouragement and I helped Jorge back to his feet. By the time I got him up the manager had came and was ordering us to leave.
Before I hopped in the truck I turned around to see Jason sitting in my chair watching me. I wanted to leave him with some something to remember so I seductively bent down to tie my sneakers. Jorge was already in the driver seat and I was in the truck's blindspot so I was free to do whatever. Jason sat there smiling and rubbing his member with passion. Poor kid too bad its time for me to go. But maybe I'll see him again in the near future.
I hopped in the passenger seat next to Jorge and was intrigued my his angry stare. I like to make men angry at me, it made them seem dominant and it made me feel like they were taking control.
"So Chris tell me why I shouldn't I kick you out of this truck and make you walk home?"
"Well it is MY truck. In case you didn't know."
"I don't give a fuck and half. You ever do some shit like that again and we gonna have some serious problems."
I swung my head and practically jumped out the seat! Who the hell is this guy talking to? I'm not his fucking property. He doesn't own me I can do whatever the fuck I want!"
"Look Jorge I don't know what your problem is but don't you ever in your life talk to me like that."
"I'll talk to you anyway I want."
I grabbed the steering wheel and nearly drove the truck head on into a tree. Just to show him I'm not to be angered.
"What the fuck?! You could have killed us!"
"And I'll do it again. Now what is your problem?"
"I don't have no problem! You the one thats a fucking cheater!"
"So who did I cheat with? I'm dying to know."
"That fucking kid in McDonalds! And you did that shit right in front of me!"
"Why are you so fucking jealous? I was barely flirting and you act like I fucked him on the counter! Calm your ass down!"
"I don't wanna calm down Chris! I'm fucking pissed off!"
Wam! I swung my hand as hard as I could against his face. I saw a bright pink mark in the shape of my hand resting on the right side of his face. He pulled the car over next to another tree and and stared at the road. I watched him carefully anticipating his next move with hands balled into tight fists.
"Why did you hit me?"
"You needed a smack into reality."
"But you hit me."
"You needed it Jorge."
"I can't believe you hit me."
"Oh shut the fuck up! You were acting like a damn maniac! All I did was snap you out of your trance."
"But did you have to hit me?"
"I don't know."
"I don't feel like driving Chrissy, take the wheel."
He slowly crawled to the rear most are of the truck and lied down while watching me get into the driver seat.
"Jorge I'm sorry."
No response. The drive to his house was void of any speaking between us. He silence screamed of the pain that I caused. And at first I didn't feel sorry but now I was full of grief. When we pulled up into his driveway he got out of the truck and slammed the door behind him, I guess to leave me there and think about what I had done. I walked into the house to see him sitting on the couch watching television.
"Are you comming to bed papi?"
"No."
I walked upstairs to his bedroom and just stood there admiring it. It was an immense room kept dark by his black blinds and dark purple drapes over them. He had a marvelous wooden floor with intricate patterns gracing each of the squares. His bed was big enough for three people, stood a good seven inches off the floor, and was covered with black and purple sheets. His favorite colors.
Crawling into his bed I stayed awake until around four A.M. hoping he would come sleep with me. But I woke up at then in the morning to an empty bed. I guess Jorge stayed downstairs on the couch. But why was he so mad at me? What did I do that was so terrible? The only reason I smacked him is because he was practically in hysterics.
I walked downstairs and saw him in the kitchen making a personal breakfast. The soft aroma of scrambled eggs and French toast filled my nostrils and I loved it. I looked around hoping maybe he had made enough for me but no. He placed all the food onto one large plate and quickly walked past me without saying a word.
Walking towards the kitchen table I could feel tears yearning to be released. But I held my head up high and didn't cry one bit. I sat at the table and just looked around the room in total boredom. He walked back in the kitchen and just stood looking at me.
"Papi why are you still mad at me?"
"I'm not mad. I don't even care now."
"So what are you saying?"
"You know exactly what I'm saying."
"Yea. I guess I do."
Without hesitation I walked out to his bedroom and grabbed a large trash bad on my way there. I tossed all the clothes he had given to me in the bag and ran with it down the steps. Before I could open the door I felt Jorge tightly grab on my arm and pull me close to his body.
"Go put your clothes back and sit down."
"Why? You don't care right?"
"I'm just still mad is all."
"What is the fucking problem?!"
"Chrissy, nobody has even hit me before. When you did it I felt like less of a man, as though I was weak and insecure. I don't like that feeling."
"So I basically I bruised your ego?"
"Yea babe you did."
"I'm sorry."
"You better be. Go sit down and I'll cook you something."