Tate
Redford Belmont.
That's his fucking name. A fucking dumb name if you ask me. He's the new guy who has been creating quite a buzz around the neighborhood since he moved in next door, especially among the girls.
Quite a dashing young man… so I heard. His mere presence in the neighborhood had every woman wetting their fucking pants, embarrassing the hell out of themselves. Married, unmarried, and most of all, the teenage girls.
You should have seen the way they all lined up on the front of his porch, each wearing the most provocative clothes in the wardrobe, a baked cookie or pancake or some other shit in their hands. Each saying they wanted to "welcome" him into the neighborhood.
My mother wasn't an exception. She, too, was among the unembarrassed women who wanted some young dick inside of her.
In all the seventeen years of my life, I have never for the life of me seen this woman bake shit or cook shit. It was either she didn't want to ruin her nails, or some other shitty excuse she could think of.
Now, a young, allegedly dashingly hot dude moved in next door, and she's suddenly become the chef. Really?
Hell, I couldn't care any less if my mother wants some young dick in her pussy. She can have all the dicks she wanted as long as it wasn't someone I knew. The same goes for my father.
Now back to this fucker called Redford. Apparently, my cock hungry mother wasn't the only one he's managed to charm. Can you believe this bastard also charmed my older sister?
My sister, Elena. Elena wasn't the type to be impressed by any guy, she wasn't like these easy girls at the school who liked to be fucked every now and then by the popular, sexy quarterback jocks like me.
Hell, the bitch was high maintenance. Hard to impress. And has never even kissed a guy in all eighteen years of her life. I had always imagined that she would grow into one of those miserable old ladies who have no husband nor child but usually have hundreds of cats.
Now, imagine the shock I got when this same girl came home, blushing like a fucking tomato, talking about "Mr Belmont" and how kind and funny and smart and respectful and extremely fucking charming he is.
And the way her eyes sparkled as she talked about her was something I'd never seen. Ever! This fucking bitch was in love!
It was right there and then that I knew I had to do something. If a guy like that impressed Elena, then he must be one hell of a guy.
The plan was to tell him to back the fuck away from my sister and my mother, else I was going to make sure he's gonna get it.
So here I was, at his front porch, ringing his doorbell.
Now, what's gonna happen next will probably make you misconstrue. First of all, I ain't fucking gay! Hell, those people disgust me! I love girls, and I love pussy. I fuck pussies. Pussy, is and has always been my life. And as the school team captain, I've had more pussy than I cared to count.
Yeah, get that into your fucking skull.
When the door opened, I froze instantly. Not for any fucking reason, I could think of… I just fucking froze!
I've always believed that I was the hottest, most good-looking guy in town with the most athletic body, and girls loved me. And also, it wasn't just about my looks; it was also the way I carried myself. I always had this magnetic air of grace, confidence and charisma around me that made people respect me, admire me… wanted to be me.
Hell, I was the talk of the town.
Now, standing here, staring at this man right in front of me, I instinctively knew I was staring right at my competition.
His blonde hair sparkled, his beard scruffy yet perfect, his jaw absolutely defined, his nose, lips, eyebrows… fuck and those bright blue eyes, they're so… so… fucking hell! How can I even think that stuff?
Yeah, he's handsome and so fucking what? There was no reason for me to go into fucking details!
"Hello, may I help you?" He enquired.
He had a deep, baritone voice that those fucking delusional audiobook listeners typically select when listening to their fuckity dark romance shit!
How do I know this, you ask? That's because Elena is one of them, you fucking prick!
"Who are you?" He asked again.
I felt so fucking embarrassed to have lost my shit in front of a fellow fucking guy! What else screams pussy more than that?
Regaining my composure, I hardened my gaze, then stepped forward.
"Look here, buster." I said, voice low, calm yet chilly, eyes glaring up into his, telling him that I mean business. "You might think that you're all that because all these ladies are wetting their pants for you, but hear this, and hear it well. Stay." I jabbed into his chest with my forefinger, "The." I jabbed again, "Fuck." And again, "Away from my mom and sister. Got it?"
He stared down at me with an impassive expression on his face.
"If I ever see you hanging around either of them," I whispered, "I'm gonna fuck you up. Read my lips. I'm gonna fuck… you… up!"
There was no reason to wait for him to respond. The bastard already received and understood the message I came to deliver.
I spun on my heels and sauntered out of his property and back into our home.
When I walked in, Mom was making dinner. And that meant she was taking some to that bastard.
"Mom, what are you doing?" The question was obvious, but I had to ask.
"Well, what does it look like I'm doing, honey?" It was a rhetorical question.
"Since when did you cook dinner… or… anything at all?" I asked in disgust. "It's so for that bastard next door, isn't it?"
She paused, then turned. "You mean Redford?"
"Yeah, whatever the fuck his name is, I don't care!" I barked, "Ever since he moved in, you've been trying to be this… perfect Mom who cooks and takes care of her kids, and I'm so sick of it! It's so fucking embarrassing!"
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, Tate!" She warned, "And what in God's name do you mean that I don't cook? I cook. Every day."
Okay, yeah, she does cook. I lied to sell the story. I'm fucking great liar and an unreliable narrator.
"It's just that I've been so busy with work these past few days that I haven't cooked lately." She was telling the truth.
But you gotta understand how pissed I was seeing my mom among those cock hungry women.
"And I take care of you and your sister everyday." She went on, "You know that. Why would you even…" She trailed off, then sighed, "You know what? I'm not ready for this Tate." She turned and resumed making whatever it was she was making, but it did smell good. "Go upstairs. I'll call you when dinner is ready."
"Okay." I began to walk out of the kitchen, but then paused and swung back around. "Just so you know, I'm gonna break his fucking skull if I see him near you or Elena. He already knows that."
"Oh, Jesus! Tate, what did you do?"
With a smug, nonchalant raise of my shoulders and a smirk, I answered, "Nothing much, I only just made him understand the changes he's gonna go through if he comes near you or Elena."
Mom sighed, dragging a hand to her face in a gesture of resignation.
"What?"
"What on earth is wrong with you?!" She muttered, voice low, yet had intensity laced to it. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?"
"What…"
"You just threatened your new teacher!"
I blinked in confusion, "I'm sorry… what? My new… what?"