Something Rotting in Sunnygrove.

[Jabbadoor]

As he rolled his Mustang into the gas station, Dave looked in the rearview mirror, adjusting his hair, making it look like he just got out of bed. His tan biceps rippeling under the thin fabrik of his designer t-shirt, sixpack visible underneath and tight jeans, made him look offplace in Sunnygrove. He didnt mind. What was wrong with taking good care of ones body?. He was the best looking guy here, and he didnt mind showing it off. His girlfriend, Tessa, was the preties girl in school, and he was almost certain that he would get the scholarship to one of the good schools. Nothing could ruin this alphadogs day.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spottet Billy. "That little pissant." Not only did he humiliate Dave at every chance he got in class, he also had the nerve not to make a sound, when Dave beat him up as punishment. Plus, he was fairly sure that Billy was head over heels for Tessa. Why else would he help her with her homework. Temper rising, he brushed it off, got out of the car, and headed into the shop,. He really could use a brew now, and Sally never asked for ID.
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Billy saw Dave giving him the eye, and paused at the window to the computerstore. He looked at the reflection of the green mustang, and waited. He saw dave go out of the car, and into the store. "That giant asshole" Billy thought, while opening a can of Pepsi. He strolled on, sippin the softdrink. " if that man had half a brain, he'd probably raise his IQ". Last week, he had even passed on a question, and told Mr. Lewis, their english teacher, that Dave knew that answer, but the big oaf had taken it as a provocation, and kicked Billys ass again. Really, how could you NOT know who wrote "romeo and Juliet" after a full year of shakespeare with Mr Lewis, AND it being the shakespeare companys annual play. A play Dave had said was "actually kinda Cool. They really died a lot". Well no matter. Billy had often thought about actually crying out when Dave hit him, Just to give Dave that satisfaction and maybe let him ease up a little on him, but it was habit by now, not to make a sound when being beaten.
He could only think of one person he'd less want to see. And sure enough. Just as he had finished that thought, he came rolling up the curb and stepped out.
"Great" Billy thought. "What did i do now".
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