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Shit, man! That last game of the season sucked major ass. I could have worked harder with
the physical therapy and possibly been back on the field sophomore year of college but I was too busy
with the ladies at that point, I say with a laugh, quickly cutting it off and dropping my smile when I
remember who the hell I m talking to Public Enemy Number One!
Man, do you still have all of your trophies and awards and shit? I would love to see all of
them, he gushes.
Noooo, the force is strong! Resist! Resist!
Yes! I have them all in the basement on a dinky shelf. I really want to build some kind of
cabinet for them but I m not good with that stuff.
Fuck! What the fuck am I doing? Stop talking to him. He s my arch nemesis!
Hey, I can totally build that for you. I went to school for carpentry actually and my teachers
all said I had great natural talent. I build stuff for everyone in the family, and I m trying to start my
own business. I could come over later and you could show me your trophies, and I can get an idea on
how big of a cabinet you ll need, he says excitedly.
Awe, shit. I m a goner.
That would be fucking awesome! How much do you charge for something like that?
Why am I asking him this? I will NOT let him make me a trophy cabinet. I WON T, no
matter what the price is.
Oh, there s no way I d take your money. Totally on the house, dude. It would be an honor just
to be able to see your trophies, let alone build you something to put them in.
Well fuck, I think I m falling in love with Fuckson. God dammit!!! At least Jim and Carter
have already had a chance to talk to him and they can bring me back to reality with what an
asshole he is.
The soccer game finally ends and Jackson says good-bye and that he ll stop by later.
Fuck, I can t even bring myself to call him a bad word anymore because he s too fucking
likeable! Now I M the one who needs the intervention.
Jenny is busy talking to the parents, so I sneak away and walk over to Jim and Carter by the
bleachers before she corners me and wants to talk .
Okay, give it to me. Tell me every mean, awful, and shitty thing you think about him. Go.
Jim and Carter share a look before turning to face me.
Actually, we kind of like him, Carter says sheepishly.
Yeah, he s going to come over tomorrow and watch the girls so Liz and I can go out to
dinner, Jim adds.
He s coming over to our house Tuesday because he has a secret wall cleaner he mixed
together that will take black permanent marker off of the walls, Carter says.
Noooooooo! They were supposed to help me! They were supposed to be my wingmen and
now they just fucked me in the ass!
Did you hear him talk about that thing he did in the fifth grade?! Carter asks Jim.
Oh my gosh, that was the funniest story ever! Jim replies with a laugh.
I really liked his jeans. I asked him where he got them and he said Target. Who knew?
Carter says with a shrug. I wonder if he would go shopping with me for jeans if I ask him.
I stare in horror at my two friends as they go back and forth gushing over my sworn enemy that I
now kind of like.
We re going shoe shopping next Friday because he knows a great store about an hour from
here that is having a huge clearance sale so make sure you don t ask him to go Friday, Jim says.
Wait, a shoe sale? I need new shoes, I tell Jim.
I am fucked.
Chapter 21 Spoop
I GOT IT! I scream upstairs to Jenny as the doorbell rings and I race to answer the door.
It s shoe shopping day and Jackson had told me he would come over and get me when he was
ready to leave. I m still not one-hundred-percent on board the Jackson train yet, but any guy that
knows where the best shoe sales are gets a free pass for the day in my book.
I fling open the door and Jackson is standing there next to a four-shelf, hand-crafted, oak trophy
case.
I had some free time last night and was able to build your trophy case. I hope you don t
mind, Jackson says with a smile.
Well son of a bitch. Now I m on the Jackson train waving good-bye to my loved ones and
heading off into the sunset with my new best friend.
Dude, this is fucking awesome! I tell him as I step outside onto the porch to get a good look at
my new case. It s the best piece of furniture I ve ever seen. This thing will easily hold all of my
trophies and medals, and this guy, who could probably tell I didn t like him at first, had made it for
me just to be nice. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]