From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 18: What We Have Been Makes Us What We Are (2)

Masky narrates

—Could you put your pants on?

I found the room where Hoodie and the stripper were. 

He was in bed with her, both naked and smoking weed. 

—What's the prob, we've seen each other anyways—he said with a stupid smile and the kissed that whore.

—I give you three minutes to dress up, if you don't i'll take the pickup and you'll walk home. 

—Wow wow—he sat—, you wouldn't.

—You know i would.

—What's Toby's opinion? He wouldn't leave me... unless he doesn't even know... 

My silence quickly caught his attention, he's not slow at all even he's high...

—So?

—Who cares his opinion.

—I care, bring him.

Once again i went silent. 

—Unless you don't even know where he is! —he laughed while blowing smoke out.

—You already lost one minute.

I left the bedroom and waited in the hallway.

What a night, these morons don't even try to bother me, it's all natural. 

I heard the door open, Hoodie blows her a kiss goodbye, closes and we leave. 

—So, the kid left? What did you tell him this time?

—Shut up.

—You know there are many ways you could solve your problems? 

I completely ignored him but of course he wouldn't shut up.

—Wild sex

—Shut your fucking mouth—i grabbed him by his hoodie, showing my fist. He just laughed.

We kept walking until we reached the exit, once outside we got into the pickup truck.

Hoodie climbed straight into the back seat and fell asleep quickly. 

I sighed still mad, i guess i'm the driver.

I drove the same way we came in. After a long while, I could see Rogers walking in the distance. 

I slowed down.

—Need a ride?

—Fuck you.

—Auch. Alright, you can walk to the forest...

—Who says i'm going there.

—Well, you wouldn't go anywahere else without your mask or hatches—i looked in the rearview mirror—, and from what I see they are under Hoodie's butt.

—Fuck that, i'm walking.

I leaned my arm against the window, while Rogers continued walking without looking at me. 

—Someone could hit you with their car...

—You'd like that—he finally stopped and looked at me with his arms crossed. 

—Just get in.

—Pass—he turned around ready to leave.

—You know there are many weirdos out here.

He didn't answer.

—They like pretty boys besides you are too skinny, what you're gonna do without your hatches?  

—God, just shut your mouth!

He jumped in angry. I didn't bother to hide my smile, this time i was getting him in his nerves for a change and god, it feels good! 

I continued driving, the sky was beggining to clear, the birds were flying. Rogers, as always, looked out the window in silence. 

—I'm sorry about earlier.

—Uh?

I refused to look at him, but I felt his gaze on me. 

Shit, this was already hard enough.

—You know what i'm talking about.

—I do, but if you're gonna apologize do it right—he said pissed.

—Fuck that, i don't know why you're so fucked in your head about your wound... but i guess it's none of my business.

—You wouldn't understand...

—Try me.

—Everyone look at me like... like i'm a monster on the hill...

His voice became almost inaudible. 

—I don't think you're a monster...

He gave me a long look, maybe he was expecting a bitter answer.

—But you're as loud as one, that's for sure. 

He burst out laughing and leaned his head against the window.

I can't understand how he can be so self-conscious, i mean who the hell cares about a stupid, huge wound that leaves his teeth visible? He is cute, with small freckles on his nose, big eyes and he's usually... nice.

As i thought of positive adjectives to describe Toby, i began to get angry. I hate pretty kids who are self-conscious about their appearance. 

—Why you have that face?

—For nothing—i said through gritted teeth.

Hoodie said something unintelligible while still asleep, turned around and farted. 

—He just farted?

—Damn it, he is rotten! Open your window! 

As if the smell of weed wasn't enough, now he farts. 

Gross.