Damn fine people, and among them, the dillweeds. And even for them Manny was glad. After all, they were an endless source of entertainment. It was true what they said about truth being stranger than fiction, and lets face it, the local chapter of the fraternal order of master douchery, was particularly strong. Hell, Manny couldn’t write the good shit they gave him to play off of. It just seemed to flow natural from their dipshit loser pores.
Not that everyone Manny picked on belonged in that group. Nop, all was decided by how well they owned their douchery. After all, everyone, including him, had their levels of loser. It was how they owned it that made all the difference.
Though okay, granted, some were dumbass tools no matter what.
Something to be said for the nerves indeed. It was that whole, anxious feeling, like all your nerves were ready to go off, waiting for something. It was that same energy like what you felt on a really great rollercoaster, the high you got when you just jacked a car, or the rush that came with a shift when you could feel that beasty power running through you.
Kind of like that, only better. Because at the end of this he didn’t see blood or achiness or crashing or whatever else, he saw a hot girl with pretty eyes and um… lots of other nice things he wouldn’t mind looking at.
Now it was his turn to arch a brow, only his didn’t quite work like hers did, so they both went up, but it was just as well if he looked surprised since he kind of was, even if he’d meant to blow it off, just keep it real cool like. “Maybe. Only if it’s my load.” He grinned. Okay, way to keep it cool. But hey, she started it. “Yeah, I might like that way too much.” What the fuck? Of course he would. Damn. And yeah so the idea of that kind of made his pants a little tighter. Good thing he wasn’t one of those faggy emo boys in the skinny girl jeans. Nope. His had plenty of room. For things like dime bags, the occasional eight ball, boners. Guy stuff.
But did that prevent him from taking advantage of the perfect situation when it presented itself? Or when she presented it? Hell no. If anything, it gave him that extra push. AS did those knockers brushing against his arm. Jax sucked and Manny didn’t even pretend to go for the smoke. Hell no, he went right for those lips, pressing his own against them in a long over due kiss.