Frost Bennington’s silver-blue BMW was warm, polished, and plush. It hummed with perfection as we went along. I watched with interest as his hand, clad in a fine leather glove, effortlessly shifted the gears as he drove.
“This is a nice car,” I said to him.
“Of course, it is,” he snobbishly replied.
“Do you think you could let me drive it?”
I reached for the stereo controls on the dash.
“Don’t touch that!” he snapped. “Don’t touch anything. Just sit still.”
I quickly pulled my hand away and looked out the window.
“The snow is really starting to spit,” I said.
“Yes. I just hope some country idiot doesn’t slide into me. This car was expensive.” He took his eyes away from the road for a moment to look over at me in hopes of enticing some kind of awe. “You know how much I paid for this car?”
“Sixty-nine thousand. Cash.”
“Wow. That’s a lot of money.”
“Well, Everett, that’s because I have a lot of money and in turn I only go for the finer things in this life.”
I studied him for a moment. “You have a lot of gray hair, too. Did you know that? I mean, it seems like a lot to me and with you being such a young guy. It’s kind of weird. Did you go through some kind of trauma?”
Frost chuckled because he thought I was being dumb. “Actually Everett, I have my hair professionally colored this way. I want it to look gray.”
“I do it for sophistication purposes. It’s all the rage at school and in the city.”
“Gray hair on young guys?”
Frost chuckled again and shook his head a little. “Man, you are so out of the loop. You see, it used to be that men with gray hair would rush to dye it out and make it all black or brown or whatever color it was before. Men used to believe that having gray hair made them look old and unattractive. Now it’s the exact opposite. Gray hair is considered to make a man look sophisticated, like I said. Intelligent. Successful. Handsome. Rich. And that Everett, is pretty much me all wrapped up in one tight little perfect package. So, yeah. Gray is here to stay.” And then he made a clicking sound with his mouth and pointed a gun finger out the windshield and went “Kapoww.”
“I had no idea,” I said to him. “Do you think I should have my hair turned gray?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Because you don’t fit the part, Everett. You’re not good enough to be gray. You would look ridiculous. You’d look like a fucked-up Doctor Who.”
That made me kind of mad, and I said to him, straight up, “Why do you always have to make me out to be some lesser of a person? I don’t like how you always put me down.”
“Because Everett, you are lesser of a person. You don’t even appreciate the foundation your family has laid down for you. You’re completely blind to it. You were born with the golden ticket to wealth and success in your stupid little hand and what have you done about it…”
“I’ve done a lot.”
“Like what?” Frost snapped back, his frustration with me growing.
“I went to college.”
“You dropped out.”
“It wasn’t for me.”
“Now you work at a… What is it? A toy store?”
“What’s wrong with working at a toy store?”
“Let’s just say you’ll never be driving one of these,” he said, and he petted the dash with one of his gloved hands. “Or banging hot foxes like your sister. No sir. Not if you’re working at a toy store.”
“And what do you do? You hang out with your dad all day.”
“I’m an intern at my father’s architectural firm. His very successful architectural firm. And when I finish architecture school, I’ll be made a full partner and eventually take over when he retires. See, I have a crystal-clear career path to endless success. And on top of that, I’ll get to come home to your sister every night and do whatever I want to her, and in every which way. And then she’ll beg for more.”
And for some reason, my thoughts suddenly went awry, and I blurted out something I probably shouldn’t have. But at that point, and I guess at every point in my life, I was trailing behind Frost Bennington in every possible way. So, what the hell, I thought, and I asked him, “What’s she like in bed?”
“Emily. What’s she like in bed? Is she wild? Is she loud?”
“Are you serious right now, Everett?”
“Yes. I want to know.”
“Jesus, man. She’s your sister!”
“So. I’m just curious.”
“Yeah. So I’ve heard.”
“She told you all about it then, huh?”
“Yes. All the disgusting details included. It’s taking everything in me right now not to punch you to death.”
“What’s wrong with me and my sister kissing?”
“Jesus Everett, you stuck your tongue in her mouth! That’s not how you kiss your sister. What the hell is wrong with you!?”
“How do you kiss your sister?”
“I don’t have a sister, you… Fucking lunatic. But if I did, I surely wouldn’t try to give her French lessons.”
“Oh, but… Did Emily happen to tell you all about how it was her that jumped on me and not the other way around like she’s saying?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Everett?”
“Oh, so I guess our sweet Emily left that part out, huh?”
“You’re sick. Don’t talk about her that way again or I swear to God, I will stop this car and knock your teeth down your damn throat and happily watch you choke to death. And I’ll do it from the comfort of an expensive leather recliner and with a bowl of gourmet popcorn in my lap and a glass of iced ginger ale at my side, and I’ll be laughing all the way, just like Santa Claus.”
I just chuckled a little and looked out the window to watch the winter wonderland world go by. “That’s a good one, old man, but you know, Frost. Maybe Emily’s not into the gray hair thing as much as you think she might be. It probably grosses her out to be honest with you.”
“Don’t test me or you’ll regret it, buddy.”
“I’m not your buddy. Buddy.”
“No, you’re just full of shit, Everett, and you’ll always be full of shit. It’s no secret that I don’t like you, Everett, and no matter how hard I try, I know I’ll never like you. I just pretend for the sake of your family because you’re so pathetic. At least I give them someone to admire rather than be ashamed of.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
“And what the hell is with the baby? How in the hell did you end up with a baby?”
“He belongs to some girl I met in the city. I thought she was cool at first, but it turns out she had gone to some wild orgy and ended up pregnant and obviously didn’t want the kid, and…”
“Found a schmuck like you to dump him off on,” Frost said, and then he burst out laughing, and I mean like long-winded crazy ass laughing. “You’re an idiot, Everett. God your dumb!” he wailed.
“You don’t need to make me feel so fucking bad about it!”
“Why not? It’s comedy gold, man. Went to an orgy. Jesus H. Christ. You know how to spot the winners, Everett. That’s for damn sure.”
“I was just trying to be a decent person — something you know nothing about. I was trying to help her out. She was down on her luck.”
“And then she slipped out… In the middle of the night and left you with her bundle of bastard.” And Frost just kept on laughing. “But I suppose the million-dollar question is, Everett. Did you get any? Or was she too worn out from the orgy?”
“Fuck you, Frost!”
“I’ll take that as a no… Which is probably a good thing for you.”
“Hey, it’s coming up here on the right so quit fucking around and slow down.”
“Oh, how quaint,” Frost said, still giggling yet grumbling as he pulled into the parking lot. “The town market. Looks like a playground for community college dropouts. Hmm, yeah. That might be giving them far too much credit.”
“Quit being a jackoff. They’re decent people. And they don’t try to be something they’re not.”
“Well, from what I’m seeing, doesn’t look like they do a lot of trying period.”
I scoffed at the jerk. “You coming in?”
“No way. I don’t want my genes tainted. I’ll just wait for you. But don’t take forever. I don’t want to get raped out here while you’re buying that bastard kid of yours a box of Pampers.”
“You sure about that?” I said to him, and I got out and slammed the car door and Frost winced.
“Hey! Be careful,” he yelled through the glass. I gave him the middle finger salute and walked toward the doors of the store, and I was glad to be away from him, even for just a while.
TO BE CONTINUED
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