Euphoria

Stuntin' Like My Daddy. I

I had learnt a lot from Nyla. We had spent almost every moment together since the night of the party. We met usually in a park that was both close to her and I even though she lived on the richer side of town. It was a great spot really, besides the occasional child being a brat to their parents, there was almost no noise in the park and most of the times we got high enough to spill all our darkest secrets to each other. I don't think I had ever trusted anyone so much and she must have felt the same because some of the shit she was saying was just about as fucked up as my life. It's funny sometimes, when I get really high, I kind of think I'm psychic. Nyla had told me she had felt the same way and that when she was fifteen she had smoked for the first time and had a vision of her brother. That was when she realised her brother was doing some fucked up shit after their parents had died. She told me he used to fight for a living. She had also told me her brother sold drugs when he was younger but only recently stopped when he became friends with Nate Jacobs. Nyla had told me that when Nate was 11 years old, he found his dad's porn collection. His dad, , was obsessive. His mom always said that's who he got it from. Then he quickly realized that the colored cases and placement were no accident. It was an elaborate code, that no one fucked with his shit. Every video was basically the same. They'd drink, make small talk...and then his dad would fuck the shit out of some...By 12, Nate had adopted a rigid diet and workout schedule. Within a year, his body fat dropped from 23% to 6%. He joined the football team as a freshman and quickly excelled.By the year's end, he was not only the starting quarterback, but the team captain.He loved the crowds, the cheers, the feeling of winning. But he hated being in the locker room. He hated how casual how his teammates were about being naked... ...how they'd talk to him with their dicks hanging out. He made a concerted effort to always maintain eye contact during these exchanges. Every now and then, he'd forget, and accidentally catch a glimpse of someone's penis. His older brother Aaron was a fuck-up. He could tell his dad didn't like Aaron, didn't think he had guts or brains or half a fucking clue and Nate agreed. He didn't talk to his dad that much, but they didn't need to. They had a good relationship. He didn't like his mother either. She was weak, and a pushover. Plus, she didn't take care of herself. He made a long mental checklist of the things he liked and disliked about women. He liked tennis skirts and jean cut-offs, but not the kind so short you could see the pockets. He liked ballet flats and heels. He hated sneakers and dress shoes. But was fine with sandals as long as they were worn with a fresh pedicure. He liked thigh gaps, hated cankles. He liked tan lines, long necks, slender shoulders. He liked good posture and fruit-scented body mist. He liked full lips, and small noses. He liked chokers, but the lacy ones with flower cutouts or delicate patterns. He hated girls who sat like boys, talked like boys, acted like boys. But there was nothing on planet Earth he hated more than body hair. That's one of the first things he noticed about . She was basically hairless. He'd walk her home from school every day. Made him feel good to know that he was there to protect her. He knew the world was full of men who wanted to hurt Maddy. Men who hang out the windows of their cars and scream obscenities at her. College guys who wouldn't think twice about drugging her. Lonely guys who'd spot her at a mall. Men who'd rape her, torture her, sell her into sexual slavery. He didn't even like to think about it. He did, however, like to think about the things he'd do to protect her. He also liked that Maddy was a virgin, that no guy had ever put his penis in her. He sometimes imagined marrying Maddy and starting a family. He knew he didn't want boys, though. But he also didn't like the idea of having girls. Plus, Maddy could be a real bitch. Like that night at McKay's party, something just flipped. And he knew he had anger issues, but, I mean, so did every guy. It's not like that was anything in his life he could trace it back to. It was just... who he was, and who he'd always be. Nate was fucked up and that was one of the things that drew Cole Anderson to him. Both as fucked up as each other. Cole had his own issues. His obscure ability to lash out over the smallest things but thats why sometimes Nate and Cole balanced each other out. If one was angry over something the other would be there but make sure it didn't go any further than that. The only time they had ever fought was when Maddy in their junior year had admitted to Nate that she wanted to fuck Cole sending Nate into a world of fury. When Cole and Nate had finally resolved things Cole had stayed away from Maddy every chance he could sending her dirty looks when she got to close or answering her with one word answers if necessary.