“Baker! Get your fucking head in the game,” Matt’s angry growl brought me back to reality.

“What?” I huffed, setting my guitar down. Fucking thing was getting heavy. I bent down and picked up my half empty beer, polishing the rest. I was so over today and Matt’s shitty moods. Fuck band practice.

“Dude, the fuck is wrong with you today?” Matt grumbled, setting down his mic.

“Nothing dude” I shrugged.

“It’s that damn chick,” Brian chuckled as he lit a cigarette, his guitar long forgotten.

“That big tit chick from the other day? The one you boneheads won’t stop yapping on about?” Johnny set his bass down and waddled over to the mini fridge, taking out a beer.

It had been a couple of days since I had seen her, and yet she still haunted my dreams, my thoughts. I had waited for her everyday this past week outside of school, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. God, I needed another dose. I needed to see those tits. What I’d give to bury my dick in her tits.

“She’s a hot piece of ass,” Brian shrugged and licked his lips. Dude was a fucking horndog.

“Shut the fuck up, Brian.” I seethed in his direction, not sure why I was bothered. Something about the way Brian drooled over bothered me for some fucking reason.

“Geez guys, who is this chick?” chuckled Jimmy setting his drum sticks down slowly onto his lap.

“That pixie girl’s hot new friend. God, what I wouldn’t give to be balls deep in her.” Brian said, licking his lips suggestively.

“Not if I get in her pants first.” I smirked as I lit up a smoke. Amelia and that sweet cunt of hers was mine.

“How about a wager then? Fifty bucks says I slay that pussy before you do.” Brian challenged, grinned as if he’d already won.

“Fuck you,” I laughed, shaking my head, “That bitch gets wet every time she sees me.”

“Well then, how about that bet Zacky boy,” Brian reiterated, smirking.

“How about it?” Matt crossed his arms, clearly amused.

I glanced around the room, narrowing my eyes. Were these assholes serious? Apparently, they were from the looks they were giving me. Fuck it. With a final drag, I flicked the dead cigarette away and turned to all four assholes.

“Alright boys, you’re on.”

“So how is this going to work?” Johnny asked as he took a sip from his beer.

With lightening movements Jimmy hurled one of his drum sticks, pegging Johnny on the side of the head. Stunned, Johnny looked back at Jimmy, mouth agape. All it took was a glance at Jimmy’s dumb grin and Johnny’s dumbfounded expression for laughter to erupt.

“What the actual fuck Jimmy!”

Jimmy snickered and rolled his eyes. “Are you honestly that stupid?”

“What?” Johnny looked mildly offended.

“Dude, first to stick his cock in her wins,” Matt rolled his eyes, clearly amused.

“No shit, but how will we know who won?” Johnny rubbed the side of his head.

A yelp escaped his lips as Jimmy threw the remaining stick, this time missing him. The drumstick clattered to the floor with an ominous sound, resonating around the garage. Matt simply rolled his eyes while Brian snickered.

“Well, we could always record it…” I said, rubbing my chin in thought. “Fuck knows I wouldn’t mind watching that video over and over again.”

All eyes were suddenly on me.

“Maybe Brian can learn a thing or two about how to fuck a girl properly from it.” I chuckled, throwing a wink in Brian’s direction. Once again, everyone except Brian erupted into laughter.

“Oh please, I get more pussy than ALL you fuckers,” Brian fumed, turning slightly red. That only fuelled the others more. There was a loud crash as Jimmy fell over backwards, clutching his ribs. Tears were streaming down the bastard’s face. I snickered, walking over to my fallen bandmate. Extending my left hand, Jimmy grabbed it and with a hard pull, I pulled him back onto his feet. I grunted; asshole was heavier than he looked.

“D-doesn’t mean you’re g-good at it dude,” Jimmy cackled, struggling to talk through his laughter.

“Fuck you!” Brian chucked his empty beer at him, nailing him in the arm.

“Alright assholes, back to business!” Matt barked, a slight glint of amusement in his eyes.

“My money’s on Zack!” Johnny yelled out of the blue, grinning like the idiot he was.

“Fuck that, we all know Brian has a way with the ladies,” Jimmy laughed as he strode over to fetch his scattered drumsticks. Should’ve known, that fucker would choose Brian - they always sided with one another. I shrugged, alright that left Matt.

All eyes turned to our vocalist, expectantly.

“I’m siding with Zack; I’ve seen the way that girl was looking at him,” He shrugged nonchalantly.

I exhaled, unaware that I had been holding in my breath. I turned to face Brian, a small smirk playing on my lips. Fucker was going to lose. As if reading my mind, he rolled his eyes as a response.

“Alright gentlemen, it’s settled then! First guy to fuck the living shit out of...” Jimmy stopped, looking at Brian and I.

“Amelia.” I muttered.

Jimmy smirked, “… Amelia gets a hundred bucks.”

Hey! I though we agreed on fifty!” Johnny whined.

“Not enough to motivate these two boneheads,” Jimmy rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Asshole was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning, and honestly who could blame him? We lived for this kind of thing and it had been a while since anyone had made a bet.

“So a hundred bucks to the winner as long as a video,” Jimmy continued but paused, waiting for us to agree with his statement, “or some proof is presented.”

I nodded my head in agreement, excitement rising within me. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

Notes

So I'll probably be updating this more frequently as I have written quite a lot for this story compared to my other one, but fear not Dirty Little Secret will be updated soon.

C.H. Sullivan

Title Cred: Hollywood Undead - Been to Hell