Bros before hoes.
Not that Mila was a ho. All we knew was that she was off-limits to any of us. We didn’t cross that line. At least not with her. Now, with any girl she brought around, those chicks were fair game. We'd ruined one too many friendships for her, and it was probably the reason she was always around. She didn’t have any other friends aside from Leo. We were used to having her with us anywhere we went; we didn’t question it. None of us really knew much about her, though. She was Leo’s, and no one understood their friendship.
Not even us.
I parked my truck in front of his cabin, and we all made our way inside. Leo’s cabin was more like a treehouse, given it was surrounded by tons of trees. It was bigger than a treehouse but still built like one. It was one big ass open room, the kitchen was to the left of the front door, and the living room was in front of that. It was in the middle of the open floor plan. To the right of the front door was a bathroom and a bedroom next to it that I’d probably be the first one to fuck in.
This place would definitely be crawling with girls. We all had a reputation for loving the ladies, and none of us were ashamed to admit it. We were good-looking and young—what else did anyone expect?
The apple didn’t fall far from the tree in the Hawkins genes. Leo had an eye for building like his old man and the men before him. Our boy came from a long line of carpenters or some shit. He even made sure to have glass doors that led to the porch which had a hot tub and lower deck. He built a fire pit with lounge chairs to host bonfires and make s’mores; he knew how much chicks were all about that. It would be easy to get laid here, and I knew a part of him wanted this place for that reason alone.
However, he still built a swing for Mila beside the pit. It was their thing. Our boy was so pussy whipped, and he wasn’t even getting pussy from her.
Fucking idiot.
“I honestly don’t know who’s worse out of the four of you,” I overheard Mila say as we walked toward the door.
Of course, she was the first one there.
I’ll tell you one thing, if I was spending that much time with a girl, then I better be getting my dick sucked. I had no time for a girlfriend, and I didn’t want one. I’d seen my older brothers have enough of them to know that I wanted no part of that.
The stage-five clingers.
The expectations.
The daily bullshit of what they wanted and needed.
Yeah, no thanks.
I was sixteen years old, I was in my prime, and these were the years I needed to look back on and remember I'd lived my best life. Balls deep inside as many girls as I could.
Why would I want to settle down and ruin that?
“Well…” Leo hesitated. “It depends on who you ask. If you ask any female in this region of Tennessee? It’s definitely me. Now, if you ask guys from our opposing high school, then it’s Cain because everyone knows he fucks anything that walks.”
“Bro,” Cain announced, walking into the cabin with Sawyer and me right behind him. “I resent that. I don’t fuck freshman girls. They get too clingy for my liking.” He grabbed a soda from the fridge.
Sawyer asked what we were all thinking. “What about that freshman, Laura, that you screwed last month?”
Cain was notorious for forgetting girl’s names, and I’d seen him get slapped in the face because of it.
He looked up at the ceiling, narrowing his eyes like he was thinking about something. “Laura… Hmmm… Laura…” he accentuated, shaking his head. “Nope. Name doesn’t ring a bell. I don’t know a Laura.”
“And you just proved my point,” Leo remarked, making Mila chuckle.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, acting all giddy. “Do me next, Mr. Know It All.” Grabbing the other controller off the coffee table, I hit the button to request in the video game Leo was battling.
He approved my request, adding, “A guy who’s still trying to find his dick.”
Mila choked on her drink, making me glance over at her. “Mila, why don’t we go into the other room, and you can tell Leo how easy it was to find my cock because it’s so fucking huge.”
“Uhhh … I can think of a hundred other things I’d rather do than see your dick.”
“A hundred? Damn,” I scoffed out. “My dick is offended. It might be hiding now.”
She laughed; she couldn’t help it. I was hilarious with my constant smartass banter. Out of all of us, I was definitely the funniest, and I had the reputation to prove it. It was how I got laid. Nothing worked better than making a girl laugh. They ate that shit up, and I served it to them on a platter with my cock.
Mila knew I was messing around with her, though. This was how we always treated her, like one of the guys.
“Now I feel left out,” Sawyer stated. “What am I?”
Leo killed two more enemies. “Yours is pretty obvious, dumb shit.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, jackass?”
“It means, anywhere we go, everyone knows you. Life of the party, Sawyer. Usually drunk, fucking shit up, and messing around with more than one girl in a night.”
He summed Sawyer up pretty accurately. I’d never seen someone be able to drink like a fish and still get up to take his SATs. Not only take them, but fucking knock them out of the park. He was smart as shit, wanting to be a doctor. I told him he should be a gynecologist because getting paid to feel tits and pussies all day seemed like a job you didn’t need to get paid for.
“I can’t help I gravitate toward the center of attention. It’s natural for me. Plus, girls throw themselves at me. What the fuck am I supposed to do, say no? I’m not a pussy like you.”
“Sawyer!” Leo shouted. “I can’t even cross county lines toward Tullahoma to go hiking without worrying about my tires getting slashed because you thought it was a good idea to fuck around with twin sisters.”
“Hey! You said go for it!”
“Only if you were ready to deal with the consequences. Shit!” Leo threw his controller on the coffee table. “You assholes just made me lose.”
I shook my head, chuckling. “You lost because I started playing and kicked your ass.” Leaning to the left, I tried to take out his next opponent.
“The fact that you guys play video games like we’re still in middle school should be the bigger issue here.”
“Playing a video game?” Cain questioned. “We’re saving the world one game at a time.”
“What?” she remarked. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
I bumped her leg with my knee. “Makes perfect sense, Mila. We’re preparing for the zombie invasion.”
“Oh my God. Zombies are not invading. You know what? The only one of you ho bags I can stand is Sawyer.”
“I don’t know why,” Leo replied to her. “Last year he slept with the only female friend you have … or had.”
Cain defended Sawyer, “She was hot. Plus, Mila, that was kinda your fault. We told you it was a bad idea to have a girlfriend. You started bringing her around, and it was only a matter of time before one of us nailed her.”