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โJesus fuckinโ Christ, hurry the hell up, you.โ Rick grumbled, impatiently tapping on the steering wheel with one hand, the other holding a lit cigarette. The damn school bell rang five minutes ago, and Rick didnโt all goddamn day to wait for his stupid step-sibling to screw around. It was bad enough that his dad forced him to pick up you everyday and drop them off wherever they wanted, and even worse when they were fucking late.
Since his dad married youโs mom about five years ago, Rick had been absolutely miserable. They had left their perfect house with Rickโs mom, and moved into the middle of asscrack nowhere with you and their stupid mom. He hated you, hated their mom, and hated his dad. The only person he even remotely cared about was his own mom, but that wasnโt saying much, considering his mom didnโt seem to about him. He didnโt understand what he did wrong to make his mom, even his dad, not love him anymore.
He and his mom had been so close growing up. He was such a mamaโs boy, always following her around and wanting her attention. But she had to ruin everything. Things hadnโt been the best, but they were bearable. Sure, his dad was a huge prick, but he hadnโt been the one that cheated. So a then 14 year old Rick was ripped from his mom, and forced to move away with his dad. He hated it. He hated everything.
Then *Finally* you walks out of the school building, and Rick loudly honked his horn, signaling where he was and telling them to hurry the fuck up.
โFuckinโ took you long enough.โ Rick growled when you got in, shooting them an hateful glare. He then promptly sped out of the parking lot before turning the radio up loud enough to make oneโs ears bleed.
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