Chapter 4: Loose Tongue and Arrogance

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John's POV

"Well, if it isn't little boy blue. Come to get your 200 year old wagon?" he asks swinging around a wrench and chuckling. 

"Real funny Caleb. And it is not a 200 year old wagon. It's a classic and I for one think it's pretty fuckin' beautiful. And what's with the little boy blue thing?"

Caleb is one of the strangest, laziest and most perverted people I have ever met. Yet, he is, for some unknown reason, my best bud. How that came to be, I have no idea.

"Ah, you know... Since your wearing a blue checkered shirt. It just sort of popped up into my head. Anywho, the wagon is fixed. You owe me an extra $20 though. I actually had to work today because of you." He thrusts his hand out at me waiting for me to tip him for his services.

I push away his hand with a shake of my head. "Thanks man, but no. It's good to work every now and then."

He makes a disgusted face. "You do remember who you're talking to, right? Okay, enough talk about work, you haven't told me whether or not you're going to go to the party tonight. Are you?"

"Uh... No. You know I have no interest in that kind of stuff."

"OH COME ON! The girls all come towards us once they get a look at you! Maybe I can snag one this time with my amazing charm and charisma. BUT, that'll only work if you're there too! SO PLEASEEEE!!!" It's more of a command than a request.

This might be weird coming from a 20 year-old college guy, but right now, I have no interest in relationships or even love for that matter. The whole idea of dating or whatever is just so... stupid. There aren't even many girls I've met worth the effort. Love is just a facade. It's not even like it lasts.

"Dude, seriously. Those superficial shallow girls are such a waste of time. I can't even have a decent conversation with one before they start stripping down in front of me like they think they're attractive. Anyway, we already went to one this week." He is about to retaliate to my comment when something catches his attention behind me.

"Hey!!"

Katie ran towards us with her arms open wide.

Caleb twirls away from me and opens his arms for Katie to fall into. "KATIE!!!"

But like usual, she completely ignores him and embraces me in one of her famous hugs.

You see, Katie is... well... petite and gifted with a hefty bust. And Caleb is more or less in love with her. But I think it's more because of her boobs then anything else. That boy only thinks with his dick.

"How are you, John?" She gives me a sunny smile.

She's actually a really nice girl. A bit dim, but really nice. I only see her as a friend, although I know she wants to see us as more. It's just a minor crush though. Anyone can tell and it'll pass once she finds someone better.

"I'm good. You?"

"Terrific." 

"Hey! What about me? Why are you only talking to little boy blue?" Caleb looks at her with a desperate look of longing.

And also like usual, she ignores what Caleb is saying. She agrees with me on the fact that Caleb only thinks with his dick. "So what did you do all day? Were you on errand duty today cause I saw you leaving the supermarket."

Right when I am about to reply Caleb pushed in between us to stop the conversation.

"I think your forgetting someone." He gives Katie the puppy dog eyes. "And might I add, you're looking exceptionally pretty today." And that he says while looking at her boobs.

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