“I’d rather go out and party but my 'friends’ would rather stay home and be pussies!!!” Jim crappily sang (which sounded like a cat dying) as he walked over to Keokuk Senior High’s ‘Student Parking Lot’ alongside Derek, Kyle, and Eric, who were all trailing from behind him ducking their heads in utter embarrassment.

  “I swear that I am gonna kill that fucking idiot if he doesn't shut up,” Eric growled whilst glaring intensely at the back of Jim’s hair gel dripping cranium.

  “I feel you, E… But we can’t do anything in public,” Kyle replied whilst zipping up his old, green Army Jacket up to his neck to contend with the cold, fall night air. “Wait til we get to my crib, at least.”

  “And then we can kill him???” Eric asked whilst looking over at Kyle.

  Kyle briefly snickered as Jim called back, “HEY COCK-EATERS!!! Let’s hit the road! I'm hungry as a muthfucka!”

  Derek and Eric both threw up the hoods on their hoodies now as Kyle rose up his head and said, “JIM, SHUT IT! There are kids around here!”

  “I don’t give a FUUUCK! LET’S GO!!!” Jim shouted back as a family of five scurried past him whilst the parents gave him intense scowls, to which he didn’t even notice.

  “Ugh… You sure you don’t wanna reconsider killing him now, Gordon,” Eric asked Kyle after sighing.

  “I’M STARTING TO,” Kyle gritted as he, Eric, and Derek met up with Jim over at his car; a dark green, Nineteen Seventy-One Porsche 911, which he had inherited from his grandfather (along with his Army Jacket) prior to his death last July.

  “SHOTGUN!!!” Jim blared once the others had met with him at Kyle’s Car.

  Derek lowered his spiky black hair covered head as Eric seethed, “Fuck you, Jim.”

  “Ha-ha! Sorry, Chiefs, but I’m ridin’ Shotgun!” Jim cackled. “Have fun squeezin’ in the back like a couple of sardines, bros! HA-HA!”

  Whilst Jim laughed on, Kyle glared at him and said, “Jim… YOU’RE RIDING IN THE BACK.”

  “HUH?” Jim huffed aloud after immediately ending his ‘gluttonous laughter’.

  “You heard me. You’re riding BITCH,” Kyle restated whilst he spun his ‘green lanyard’ attached Car and House Keys on his right index finger. “NOW GET IN THE BACKSEAT WITH ERIC. Derek’s ridin’ shotgun this time.”

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  Derek then raised up his head and looked over to Kyle who, in turn, smirked at him.

  “BULLSHIT HE IS!” Jim angrily revolted. “I called ‘shotgun’ FIRST, fam!”

  “Hey Jim… Whose car is it?” Kyle asked his douchey friend with his brow scrunched.

  “Uh… Yours?”

  “Correct… AND THAT MEANS I get the ‘say’ over who sits where or rides in it. So, either you can get in the back seat with Eric… Or you can walk. It’s your choice, Jim.”

  Jim then looked over at Eric and asked, “E, you CAN’T be cool with this?!”

  Shaking his head, Eric crossed his arms over his chest as he said angrily, “Oh, believe me. I’m not… GORDON, don’t make me sit in the back all scrunched up next to this DUMBASS.”

  Jim now stared at Eric in surprise as Kyle replied, “Sorry bro, but my ride my rules. END OF STORY.”

  Eric gritted his teeth now and growled as Kyle turned to Derek to say, “C’mon, D. Better sit shotgun before Eric bleeds through his Tampon.”

  As Derek went to approach the passenger’s side door to Kyle’s Porsche, Jim cried out, “CHALLENGE!!!”

  “Ugh… FUCK. I can’t deal with this shit. I’m just gonna walk my ass home,” Eric groaned whilst he shook his head and looked off to the side.

  “I demand a challenge,” Jim ‘boldly’ and ‘blatantly’ declared to the group. “DEREK, we race across the street and back to the car with our pants around our ankles. Whoever makes it back first gets to ride shotgun… DEAL???”

  Derek kept his mouth shut as Kyle shot down, “NOPE. No challenges. Not this time, Jim.”

  “No challenges?! There’s ALWAYS challenges!” Jim blared. “Anytime I call ‘shotgun’ Eric always challenges me!”

  “And I always win,” Eric smirked, angering Jim even more than he already was.

  “Ugh… LOOK, JIM,” Kyle sighed. “Derek’s not feeling good and I don’t think that sitting in the back seat with ‘little leg room’ is gonna make him feel any better so either you get in the back seat or you’re walking home… GOT IT?”

  Growling and not wanting to walk home, Jim said, “Urgh… Fine! The next time you call for shotgun in my ‘whip’, Ky-Ky, your ass is gettin’ strapped to the hood!”

  “Trust me, Jim, I’d much rather be ‘strapped to the hood’ of that deathtrap-mobile than ride in it,” Kyle snap-replied.

  Jim just grunted and cursed as Eric and Derek both chuckled at his expense.

  Smirking, Kyle slapped the top of his car and said, “ALRIGHT, BROS, let’s get goin’ before Burger Hut closes.”

  The four friends then piled inside of the Porsche 911 and took off out of the parking lot soon after.