I hate bullies, mainly I hate being bullied. Everyday, this guy name Rick, more like Prick, bullies me non stop all weekday. It's like he clocks in on the weekday to make my life hell and as soon as it's 3pm Friday, he's out never to be seen. I think he hates me because I'm smart. Probably also because his childhood crush actually has a crush on me. I know she likes me but she's never told me so I pretend not to know.
It's finally 3pm Friday and Prick is no where to be seen.
"Hey Kenny," someone says behind me. I turn around to see Roxana standing there. She's the childhood crush. She's not very tall, roughly 5'3" and not that heavy. I don't want to guess, girls don't want you to know. She's very curvy and is very endowed in all the right places. Her wavy black hair goes down to her hips and her full lips are always a pretty shade of pink. The glasses she's wearing makes her honey colored eyes more mesmerizing. I'm not going to lie, she's drop dead gorgeous. She always smells like strawberries.
"Hey Rox," I say while putting my things in my bag, "what's up?" She's trying to clear her throat and looking back to her group of friends. I look over and they all look away, I smile. I'm not an ugly guy. I'm a bit tall, 6'2" blond hair, blue eyes, light build, and a bit of a tan. Should I describe myself like I did with her? Nah. Let's just say, I can defend myself, but I can't get in trouble. This is my 5th school I've transferred to this year. I can't afford to move again.
"I'm having a party," she finally continued, "this weekend and wanted to see if you would like to join. It's invitation only, we're doing a costume party." She looked at me waiting for my answer. I have nothing to do this weekend, I though. "I would love to," I smiled as I pulled out my phone. She gave her friends a thumbs up, she thought I didn't see. I smiled and handed her my phone. "Can you add your contact info?" I asked. She blushed and entered her info.
"See you tonight!" She sang as she ran to her friends.
I went to local thrift store to find a costume to wear. I texted Rox for some ideas.
Kenny: What are you dressing as?
Rox: who is this?!
Kenny: alas you forgot about me :( It's Kenny
Rox: ahh let me save your info. I'm sorry!!
Kenny: it's okay. So what are you tonight?
Rox: I'm a vampire ;)
Kenny: Scary! :D
Rox: U?
Kenny: a renaissance man?
Rox: 1 out of 10
Kenny: wow :O okay what bout a pirate?
Rox: over rated
Kenny: hmm zombie?
Rox: TOO SCARY!!
Kenny: haha! Okay okay Bob Saget?
Rox: okay old man. Haha
Kenny: hmm oh oh I think I found it! >:)
Rox: tell me!!
Kenny: it's a surprise ;). Text me your address
I look up and dear lord all mighty, it's Prick.
"Hey Ken Doll," he teased as he brought some boxes in, "didn't think sir mighty wallet would come to a place like this."
"My dad has money," I dead panned, "I'm an average Joe, looking for some clothes." He started to yell some insults when his manager passed by and reprimanded him. The manager apologized and brought him to the back to do some work. I smiled and gathered up the clothes for my costume. The manager was quite nice and gave me an extra discount because of Prick.
I follow the address Rox sent and I was amazed. Her house is huge, they even have a ballroom where the party was set up. Everyone was dressed up, even the help. All the girls where in mini costumes trying to one up each other. I think I saw more assholes tonight then I've ever seen since my family reunion.
"Hey!" I hear a sweet voice yell a few feet from me. It's Rox and my god, if her dress was any tighter, you wouldn't need to imagine. She gave me a hug and I low key enjoyed it more then I should have. "You came! Hmm let me guess... the Prince of Pop?" I laughed and nodded. I had a crown on and I was dressed as Michael Jackson. I got this nice red jacket for 10 bucks, how can you not. We hang out talk for a bit and I had an amazing time. I went over to grab a drink when I feel something behind me.
"Well if it isn't the prince of bell air?" Prick joked. "How the heck did you wiggle your way in here?" He started pushing me in a corner. I tried hard to keep my laughter in, it's Pickle Prick. He's dressed as a pickle.
"Rick!" Rox yelled behind him, "I invited him." Rox wrapped her arms around me and pulled me away. Prick looked at me with dead eyes, he gave me the universal sign of love. The middle finger. Rox apologized for Prick but I smiled and told her to not even. We danced and laughed. Her friends came and she introduced me. Let's just say by the end of the night, we kissed and have plans to go on a date Sunday.
I picked her up Sunday. She looked amazing, she felt amazing. We went out had a nice Italian lunch and talked until I had to take her back home. We made out in my car and she invited me inside.
"My parents are not home," she hinted. She grabbed my hand and snuck me up to her room. She locked the door and we made out again. It got a little hot and heavy and we're now both naked. She teases me a bit and stops. "Let me fresh up," she teases as she went to the bathroom. I'm lying in bed just looking around. Her room is quite girly. Her closet was a jar and I see something odd. Everything in her room is pink or girlish shade of pink but I see a green thing sticking out. I was about to get up and investigate but Rox came back and tackled me in bed. We giggled and made out, after a few minutes, we got busy.
After a few hours, just kidding. Maybe 30 minutes, we're lying in bed. We're both quite sweaty and breathing heavy. I wore her out and she falls asleep shortly. I'm lying bed looking around when my eyes fall back into the closet. That random green object is still sitting there. I grabbed my boxers and slowly walk over as I got closer and opened the closet, it moved. I jump back a bit, surprised at the the sudden movement. I look behind me and she's still sleeping, I look back in the closet and I open it wide. Sitting there was Pickle Prick. No arms. No legs. Just his face popping out, he's sweating and breathing heavy.
"What the fuck?!" I said in a loud whisper. He's trying to control his breathing as his eyes dart to her. Help me, he mouthed. He's in tears as he wiggles the stubs where his arms and legs used to be. "What's going on?!" I asked him. He looks at the bed and then back at me. "She's fucking psycho!" He whispers back. "Help me bro please, I just want to go home and see my mom. I've been here since Friday. My moms probably freaking out. She fucking took my legs!! I can't fucking walk, when I begged her to let me go, she took my fucking arms!" His breathing is more labored as he's looking at me. Not directly at me but behind me.
"I can hear you," a sinister voice whispers. I turn around and Rox is right behind me. She holding a taser and she tazed me until I passed out. I wake up several days later, no arms or legs. I'm screaming in pain and yelling for help when Rox pops into vision.
"Hello handsome," she blushed. She mounts me and looks me in the eyes. "Here's some pain meds," she kisses my forehead as she stabs a needle in my arm.
"What the fuck?!" I yell as she stabs my other arm. "What did you do?!"
She unbuckles my pants and puts her hands in them. "I can't lose you," she smiled, "Do you know how many schools I had to get you kicked out from? Your crazy dad, thought he could save you."