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" Bad things happen to everyone and good things do happen to some but when it comes to people like me only the worst things happen an...
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2:45 pm
" I'm going to take your car and leave you" I said impatiently as leaned back in Nick's gaming chair. We were about twenty minutes late and it was all because Nick had to change clothes for a fourth time. I never understood why he felt the need to dress like he was a some kind of celebrity.
" Bro look at my face, I have to balance out the ugliness of myself" Nick said stepping out of his closet again. Now he was wearing a Armani tracksuit.
" Are you ready now?" I asked impatiently. Nick scoffed as he clasped a glittering watch around his wrist.
" What's the hurry? It's just another sit down it's not a big deal"
" I have a feeling it is"
Nick paused as he looked over at me. " What do you mean?"
Suddenly my phone started ringing and I sighed as I looked at the name on the screen. It was my dad.
" This is why" I muttered as I answered and put it on speaker.
" Hey dad"
" Kaleb, where are you?"
" Still at home" I sighed, shooting a look at Nick.
" Did something happen? Why are you still there?"
" No, Nick is actually a chick at heart and needs to change clothes seventeen times before he leaves the house"
With a grin Nick raised his hands and rose both of his middle fingers.
Dad sighed frustratedly. " Definitely Anthony's son"
" This why I need my own car" I said pointedly" I've been ready"
" That's because you don't care about how you look" Nick scoffed gesturing towards my outfit. It was just a unbuttoned red and black flannel over a gray t-shirt. Loose fitted black skinny jeans with white and black retro Jordans on my feet. They were the only things I spent a lot on when it came to what I wore. I'm a shoes guy.
" Your son dresses like a bum, Leon" Nick spat arrogantly as he ran his hands through his hair pushing it back as he stared at his reflection.
I scoffed. " Yet I still look better than you without a four hundred dollar tracksuit"
Nick snorted in disbelief. " God should strike you down because of the lies you tell"
" This is coming from a atheist"
Nick grinned at me through the mirror. " I can pretend to believe."
" Cut it out both of you. Are you finished yet Nicholas?" Dad asked.
" Yeah we're walking out of the door now" Nick said rolling his eyes.