0.05 - the heart throb

Giuseppe rolled down his window, staring at the high school party raging on infront of him. It was being held at one of Samuels friends - where practically over half the school population was partying. Climbing out the car, he left it idling near the open road. Shaking his spray paint can he scanned the dark makeshift parking lot. Lights and sounds boomed from inside the house as Giuseppe swaggered towards a cluster of familiar cars, weaving between old and new.

The red convertible screamed my daddy paid for it as Giuseppe ducked down beside it. Checking for any of Samuels minions. Satisfied with the lack of people around, he opened the climbed into the car, opening the glove compartment and spraying everything inside. To the magazine of probably naked women and the picture of him and Andrian. Disgusted at the two of those things together in one place, he spray painted over the two smiling faces. Finishing coating everything in a light blue, he slammed it shut. He climbed into the back seat, pulling a goop like gel from his pocket - he bought the slime for 50 cents at the corner store near the school. Dumping it in the pockets of the seats. Laughing quietly to himself he started to spray paint the leather seats. Anything that wouldn't be seen - so he didn't get in too much trouble.

Unlike the Ollie Players, who painted the side of his car - it took him a long time of painful scrubbing to get it off. His Mother had been wasted but she wanted to take it to the law, hating seeing his work destroyed by some bullies. But he had brushed her off, tied back his hair, rolled up his sleeves and set to work scrubbing and soaking the paint of his car. The memory made his teeth clench. His Mother was all he had, his Father had run of years ago and the two of them hadn't heard from him since. He worked a part-time job at the corner store he bought the goop at, his Mum had a similar job - leading to the both of them living in a cheap house.

He had the entire drivers seat damp with the blue spray paint, he started on the passenger seat. Hearing a few voices so he did it quickly, zigzagging the seat and trying to fill it in as best he could.

"Hey - what is that?" A familiar voice called into the darkness, obviously hearing the spray paint. Cursing quietly, Giuseppe jumped out the car and didn't bother hiding as he raced back to his own car. "Get Sam! It's Giuseppe!" Dickens voice yelled as he ran to inspect the damage to the car.

Giuseppe cackled, whiping his prints off the can before tossing it far into the garden. Ripping the car door open and laughing, pulling out back onto the road, driving away with no one else on his tail. Grinning widely he slammed his hands on the steering wheel with excitment. Adrenaline rushing through his body as he drove down the road - no destination. All he knew it was time to celebrate and hide out. He was eighteen and that meant he was legally allowed anywhere. Not anywhere - but drinking and clubs wasn't illegal.

Thinking on it, his heart still pounding, he decided to go the cheapest and nearest club. He was planning on being a regular - even though he had only been eighteen for six months now, but he was a very social guy. Parties and women.

They passed him around like a cute little toy, giving him attention and recognition, his old lovers were everywhere. Letting him into clubs, stores and restaurants. But he never went back for more - all his women were clear on those rules.

But celebration because his action towards the Ollie Players will either cause one of the two options - it would ward off Samuel for a while - or it would encourage him and his friends to get back at him ten fold. Ignoring that thought, he was ready to go out and drink, and maybe make a few new friends.

His phone blared loudly into the car, causing his gaze to flicker down to the passenger seat he had thrown it at. It was his Mother. Taking a deep breath he was thankful that the roads were empty. Answering it he put it on speaker, placing both hands back on the wheel.

"Hey Ma." He answered, waiting for a reply. A few of his Mothers boyfriends taught him how to drive. And it was very against the law and dangerous.

"Cucciolo!" She greeted. "When will you be home?"

"Maybe tomorrow or later tonight." He cringed, hoping she wouldn't get angry at him for being late. She sighed sadly, taking a few seconds before responding.

"Thank you for telling me my Cucciolo." She sighed, using her Italian endearment, in Italian it means Puppy. "I will you see you when I see you?"

"Good night Mama." He goodbyed, hearing another moment of silence between them.

"You know I don't like you sleeping around like me my light." She sighs in pain, blaming herself for her sons promiscuous ways. "Women aren't just objects of sex mi amor."

"I know - I know Ma, I'm not just using them for sex." He sighed in frustration, hating that his Mother is disappointed in him. "They're my friends."

"People can be your friends without needing something from you." She argued further obviously pacing in their small living room.

"Look Ma - we can have this conversation when I'm older." He joked, making kissy noises as he pulled into the clubs parking lot. "Bye Mama."

"You are older - good bye my Cucciolo." She grunted as he hung up on her. Smiling, he slid his phone into his jacket pocket, climbing out the car and letting the door slam, locking it as he walked cockily up to stand in the short line. Grinning he had both hands in his pockets, turning around his ID card and money to get inside. He eyed a few girls who twirled their hair and giggled, checking him out. Tonight was going to be fun.