It was the first day of Collage for Hokee. After this mornings incident he thought he wouldnt make it. He pulls into the parking lot-sitting inside his brand new Buick Grand National- finding a spot in the center of the lot and parks there. He grabs his two boxes of belongings from the backseat and slams the door using his foot, hurrying inside the college dorm. Once he entered inside, he noticed a crowd of people still in the halls, some maneuvering through, others chit chatting. He squeezes through the crowded lobby and hallway, eventually coming to the staircase. He heads up to the second floor, finding another crowded corridor. Finally he arrives at his destination: door 204. He twists the handle opening the door, beholding his foster brother Dylan atop the bed on his right side of the room, and Scott, theyre best friend, seated upon his bed. The two acknowledge him instantly. Hey! Dylan said welcoming. what took you so long, buddy? Sorry, I was reading a good novel, He kicks the door shut, rounding back to his friends. Although Im curious why Scott is here? I thought they only accepted people with decent IQs. And I thought they didnt accept aboriginals, Scott returned grinning. Youre talking trash about me? you mop head four eyed virgin chronic master baiting loner. Look at yourself in the mirror, somebody as ugly as you should of killed themselves a long time ago. Quit talking about yourself, Scott. Hokee snickers. Anyways, where are you located in the college dorm? Inside your moms bedroom. Scott announced. Hokee sighs, replying, Are you ever going to mature? Is that even possible? said Dylan bewildered. I dont know, are you gonna stop being brown? Scott asked Hokee. Are you going to stop being trailer park trash! Hokee raised his voice. Are you gonna stop being a mistake! Scott spoke louder. Are you gonna stop existing! Hokee cried furious. No wonder youre parents abandon you, I cant even stand you! No wonder you dont got friends, youre a stupid monkey ass! Better than a walking vagina! Alright, bros, stop arguing! Dylan complains. I mean man, you squawk louder than children, Im amazed you guys havent killed each other yet. You know we only kid, Buzzed Hokee. I wasnt, Scott returns. You know what, Im sorry about that, you just got in and Im already being a complete jerek, here. He extends his hands to Hokee, offering to take his belongings. Hokee, not sure weather he should trust him, contemplates the consequences from recent events, counting the time he blind folded him on his sixteenth birthday and sent him down a flight of stairs. It might be a trick, he thought, looking upon Scotts face, observing an honest expression shine through. Maybe just this once, Hokee dared, exchanging the boxes from his trusting hands. Thanks man, said Hokee unveiling a delightful smile. Scott nods respectful, the next second he tosses the boxes to the floor behind him creating a huge thunderous sound. What the hell! cried Hokee upset. I had all my Anime DVDs and game console in those boxes, you jackass! Seriously? thats all you packed? Scott winced. Soon after the two break into a fight. Hokee catches him off guard with a quick right to the chest. Scott counters by executing a front snap kick, sending him stumbling against the door and bounces off. Scott then rushes him, shouldering him into the door. Hokee gets a firm grip around his neck, straining him. Scott begins delivering constant punches to his side. Hokee retaliates performing knees to the body, knocking the wind out of him. Scott doesnt show the slightest signs of surrendering and punches him in the crotch, stunning Hokee, breaking his grip and then catching him in the throat amidst a quick right jab. Hokee grabs onto his shirt, forcing him closely and headbutts the jerk, receiving the same ounce of headache as Scott. Meanwhile Dylan opened a book and decide to read, knowing already how this will play through like usual. another few seconds later the fight soon comes to a pause by Scott catching Hokee in a rear naked choke hold, obligating him into submission. Say uncle! Scott demands, keeping his grip firmly around his neck, though later releases some of his embrace. Uncle! Hokee retorted. Scott adds, And Im stupid! And Im stupid! Hokee repeats willingly, causing Scott to laugh, releasing his hold entirely. Unexpectedly Hokee catches him off amidst a quick back heel kick to the stomach, knocking the wind out of him again. Scott collides upon the bed, afterwards catching some of his breath he manages to grumble about through his wheezing and agony, You moron, Ill get you for that! Once the two settled down, Hokee places his belongings on the dorm dresser, checking each of his DVDs for scratches and plugs in his game console to ensure it still functions properly. Jerk. He whispers under his breath. Im not kidding, this isnt a realistic friendship, Dylan comments, Ive seen and heard of some pretty messed up things, but the three of us? This groups got problems. Then tell Hokee to kill himself. Scott echoes. Yeah, your funny Scott, Hokee faintly responded. I wouldnt care less if you died neither. he only places a wider smirk on Scotts face. They should give you the trophy for asshole of the year. He shook his head frustrated. Actually that would be bestowed an honor upon me. Scott adds. Oh that reminds me, Dylan, youre not going to believe what Murphy(His foster father.) did-And Scott! before he could open his mouth. Dont even dare say anything. Scott chuckles, knowing present a couple of good one liners. So yeah Murphy gave me the keys to his Buick Grand National. Youre kidding me, Dylan articulates surprised. No way he would give you the keys to his pride possession. Yeah, youre not even his real son. Scott mentions. Im being serious-and Scott shut up. Scott unleashes a hefty humorous breath. take a look outside the window if you dont believe me. Dylan and Scott rush to perceive his truth, and right there in the center of the parking lot was the same black pristine vehicle they saw for many years parked in the garage back at the Liberty family house. H- How the holy hell did you convince him giving you the Buick Grand National? Dylan cried furious. Scott also comments aloud, Didnt we have some sort of surprise for him we wanted to get out of the way? Oh yeah that reminds me, follow us. They start heading for the door. Im not sure Dylan, you said us, and Scott isnt exactly trustworthy. Scott laughs, rounding his attention to him. Shut up and follow the man. he smirks. They lead him to the third floor to door 302. Hokee knocks three times, awaiting a response. Exactly who am I meeting here? he gazes back to his friends. Suddenly the door opens. Yes? This familiar voice rings in his ear. Can I help you? He circles back noticing this chick with short black hair tied in a ponytail hanging bangs across her forehead. At first sight of her perfect smooth texture face, tea green korean eyes, it was his first love. Lee? Hokee said taken aback. Lee So-Young? he says in disbelief. A moment later once recognizing the familiar thick black glasses, dark hair, this gentleman is Hokee. Oh my heavens, she gasp. Hokee, she delivers him a beauteous smile. Oh its so good to see you! They attacks him with a warm pleasant hug. What are the odds? Hokee announce happily, bundling her in his arms. What are you doing here? They depart. Uh Im taking a semester in case your blind. She said sarcastically. Sorry, dumb question. You think? she giggles, sounding like a soothing tune in his ears, the same giggle that was so adorable and innocent it made Hokees mind explode with such joy. Afterwards he introduce the broad guy wearing the shorts, punk shirt, and has bowl blond haircut, is Scott, and the physically fit black man with sun glasses atop his head is his foster brother Dylan. Its nice to meet you both. she kindly greets them. So how do you know Hokee? Asked Dylan. We went to the same elementary school, hung out occasionally in middle years until he moved. How did you guys precisely find out to her whereabouts? Hokee queried, afraid she might suspect him as some sort of stalker. We went on the description you gave us, Scott reciprocates, concerning him dearly. You wouldnt shut up about how beautiful she was, Korean, short, had the most gorgeous eyes, the face of an angel. Immediately the both of them show blush faces. They gape to each other quick, and then set their sights forward awkwardly. Scott, Hokee had to cover his red face nervously. What? somebody just lashed out Lee So-Young, we approached her, asked her if she knew you- You could of simply said that! Hokee raised his voice embarrassed. Do you really think Im beautiful? Lee announces faintly, enough to catch his ear. Hokee rounds his sight to her, observant of her worrisome expression and playful nervous gesture of her hands close together and fingers tapping. What! No, of course I do! Hokee spoke impatiently. I think your the most exquisite girl I seen-I mean-if that doesnt sound like too much. I mean you are very pretty-I dont mean to talk in circles, I just think your pretty but not pretty to date, Lee unveils a insulting feature. I mean conceding that you would wanna date, I would say yes in a heart beat, I mean NO! Lee flinches startled. Im sorry. And forget what I said...uh...unless you wanna... Hokees heart races a mile a minute. ...So youre asking me on a date? Lee tried to make sense of his ramble.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 07:44:28 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015